must have been the contrast between
smitten eyes and words that kept me up at night.
the contrast between things you would whisper in my ear and things you would shout for others to hear.
the stark contrast between your good and bad days.
like a proverbial rollercoaster of emotions,
you made me high at times and devastatingly low at other times.
it must have been how you made it all seem so real.
like the most delicate parts of you were true.
made me want to overlook your harsh disparities.
the angel of remorse with eyes brimming with apology,
he was just as real as the devil who seemed to beam at the idea of hurting me.
the contrast between things you would whisper in my ear and things you would shout for others to hear.
the stark contrast between your good and bad days.
like a proverbial rollercoaster of emotions,
you made me high at times and devastatingly low at other times.
it must have been how you made it all seem so real.
like the most delicate parts of you were true.
made me want to overlook your harsh disparities.
the angel of remorse with eyes brimming with apology,
he was just as real as the devil who seemed to beam at the idea of hurting me.
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