My Dead Language

That perfect girl was never real

That perfect girl was never real

She never existed

I know how you feel

I thought she was real too

She was mine and I was hers

She was forceful

She survived it all

Tears never suited her choice of day

What’s so wrong with mediocrity

Such effort is futile anyway

I loved her

I miss her

I was her

-Jennifer Barajas

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