What I’ll never get to say to A. (or to anyone else but you), purely for the fear of revealing the impact he’s had and still has, fearfully, shamefully, on my life and the love I have to give.
Painful love lessons, leave me be.
How can one feel so much from simple memory?
Loving you has left me burnt.
Your unforgettable sting still feels current.
And after all that was ‘us’ is over, what is my end result?
Remembering our despair and the common insult
Of sharing a love loaded with a toxic ego
And of having the unfortunate unwillingness to let go.
‘I love you, I love you, I love you’… all of which I’ll never tell you.
My heart is broken and can’t seem to start anew.
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