12. 09. 2016

I don’t recognise the look of love
in his eyes
Anymore.
So why do I
Allow myself to hope to adore.
When in my eyes that look is also lacking.
At war
I’m with myself sometimes.
Will our love end, its demise
Will end in friendship or in feud?
Oh how I wish I never knew.
It’s pitiful that I am so afraid
Of my commitment
To you.


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