Admit

I won't let myself love?
With that last line,
you've knocked all wind
from my sails. 

How could you know that?
All self-centered, preoccupied,
oblivious to what makes me tick,
or so I thought.

How did I let that deep dark secret,
hidden so carefully even from myself,
become detected
by someone like you?

You have seen me more naked
than I ever realized.
You found so easily that original scar
from when I first began to love.

Despite all my defenses
you've found the one key
that I resolved
to never again give away.

Right and wrong
seem so meaningless suddenly.
Why does love have to make me feel
so much less a man?

The End

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