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i love it
when you treat me
like i don't exist.

i love that our love
seems like spilled milk
and i have always been
one to cry over trivial things,
white lies, lines, and lives alike.

i love that our love
seems so counterfeit,
what a deception
that we meant something
when we were just riding
on borrowed time.

but i love that i loved you,
pushing past the past
and the pull of prejudice,
i know what sacrifice looks like
and in my life, it has never
looked like someone like you.