Feeling
It’s only real when you’re here,
This love, hate, consumes me and I hurt,
I ache,
I bleed.
These words cannot express the depths of my emotion,
Yet, you don’t care.
Can you comprehend the amount of feeling
One person lavishes onto another.
Self-sadistic, it should be called,
Putting yourself up for such a fall.
Remember, that free-falling trust exercise.
One person falling spread eagled,
One person behind, ready to catch them.
Will you catch me?
Unlikely, I should not even let myself think of trusting you.
It’ll only lead to a fall.
The End
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Feeling, which
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