Morgan Anderson
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1.3KOver my many years of fame, both on and off stage, I never once thought that I’d become so vain.
From a young age, I only desired two things in life. Love, and fame. I got the fame. But I lost the love.
When you and I first met in that night bar in Manhattan, we seemed like a perfect fit. Yin and Yang, you could say.
I wrote songs about how deep our love went, and how unbreakable our bonds were.
But little did I know, things weren’t meant to last too long.
I saw changes in your behavior, thought you hated me for something. I began to see you as a monster more than the one I loved.
How foolish of me…. I merely exaggerated the circumstances.
I left you without hesitation, not so much as a goodbye or a note on your pillow.
I blocked your number, thought I’d done the right thing. How heartbroken you must’ve been….
Years passed. I never gave it a second thought. I wanted to believe that I was right. But in truth, I was wrong.
While performing on stage one late night, I overheard a few lyrics from another song.
“Oh you’re like my nicotine
This cigarette is killing me
But I just want you down inside my lungs….
Oh they say you live and learn
I guess I’m stupid
Eyes are burned
Cuz I just keep on staring at the sun
Looking for my nicotine buzz….”
When I heard it, it made me realize just how much I miss you.
It crushed me. I broke down in tears before I stepped onto the stage, and I ran away, leaving a trail of salty tears and bitter memories.
I always used to ask you whether you were a man or a monster….
But the more I realize, the more I start to believe that I should be asking myself that question.
The heartache was unbearable, my pillows stained with tears as I cried myself to sleep.
I began counting the years since I’d last felt your warm embrace, and it crushed me.
But I couldn’t just go back to you after what I’d done, could I?
What would you think of me?
But I learned, don’t give up on love if it doesn’t work out the first time.
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