Over and over you had me making revisions
Until you were the protagonist of the story
The hero,
The Romeo,
The Prince,
And my king
I have spent too many nights rewriting you
As the savior, the white knight
A story I didn’t know how to write sober
Few glasses of wine, I turned you into a fairytale
Intoxicated with alcohol and several typos
Maybe my words can come to life
Maybe it can be a mirror
But only in my dreams will you ever be
The reflection of this fantasy
There are nights I want to push you off the pedestal
Let you fall into the rabbit hole
Find any way to rip you off this plotline
Leave you several chapters behind
Maybe I can abandon these pages
Stop in the middle of this—

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