I'm not the one.
I'm not the one
who holds your heart.
I'm not the one
in your dreams.
And
I'm not the one
in your 3 a.m thoughts.
I'm not the subject of your Facebook.
I'm not the reason
why you laugh
and why you shed tears.
I'm not the reason
why you chose to walk on a path
full of sadness, anguish, and agony.
I'm not the one you're looking for.
I just happened
to be there.
I just happened to be reachable
when she's not.
You just accidentally found me
on the process of finding her.
Sad to say
I'm not your destination.
I am just a 'stopover'
in the middle of your painful journey.
I'm just your blanket
you accidentally stumbled upon
during your cold war with fate.
I'm just a temporary painkiller.
But you don't really need me forever.
Because
I'm not the one you love.
I'm not the one you need.
I'm just a choice
you chose to use.
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