the truth
is that i am far too afraid
to love again.
to be pushed back
into the darkened recesses
of what remains of my mind
is a consequence
i dare not subject myself to
so should you see me,
mine eyes,
on some unforeseen horizon,
know that i have loved you
a million times
and none,
in my mind,
before you have even said hello.
i beg,
for the betterment of you
and i;

leave me there.


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