with the idea of her
the ideal of her
I fell in love
with all I was with her
all I’d be with her
I fell in love
with each laugh from her
each “love you” from her
The idea was false
The ideal was dashed
All I was was wrong
All I’d be was me
The laughter waned
The “love yous” ceased
I fell
I fell short
I fell out
I fell down
Time to get up
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