keep setting myself up for this,
disillusioned disappointments.
I want TOO much,
expect so little,
and yet...
I keep getting overwhelmed by my disappointment.
walls, silence, distance...
Our flesh could be touching,
quivering naked,
skin against skin,
and yet...
My learning curve seems non-existant,
banging my head against the same walls,
over and over,
getting nowhere extremely fast,
and yet...
Here I still am,
waiting...
hoping...
loving...
losing...
I am so exhausted.
It takes too much effort to hold this all back.
Emotion floods my senses,
and yet...
here I still am.
Here I will always be.

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