It’s difficult being in love,
when you are not loved.
However, it’s even worse when,
you’re loved, and left!
Longing;
When each pore of your skin,
aches to be touched the same again,
when you wish to be embraced, but aren’t,
the pain condenses, and crawl out of you.
Tears;
nothing but the tangible agony,
your heart and your body collectively,
can’t stand anymore, and let go.
Letting go;
the only part of loving that deems doable,
as nothing else, holding on, per se,
feels practical, or leaves you at ease.
It’s worse being loved, and left, but,
it’s even dreadful, to have never loved, at all!
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