Fantasy

She smelled like the moon but looked like Mars,
Always alone, she followed the stars,
Right into the center of his heart.
A galaxy unto itself she spun
A fantasy sculpted with her own hands
A toxic idealist dream, she left him on his feet,
Casually drifting in her day old daydream.
Sinking in mind tears an introverts defeat
She was nothing but a fantasy

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