And then there’s the pain.
Your eyes are suddenly overcast.
My heart sinks in my chest-
An unwelcome reflex.
I feel like I’m starting to lose where I end,
And where I begin:
I am afraid.
Terrified, actually,
That this,
Is going to be just last time:
Years,
Spent crushed,
Under my own,
Optimism.
Maybe
If I just try a little harder,
If I love a little more,
If I give a little more,
I can make it go away.
Not just in the moment,
But,
Really.
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