To Love Me

unrequited-love-hr-careerI try to make her happy
These platitudes thinly veiled
This love weighed down like rain
Pressed upon by a dry season
In the middle of my soul
Yet she lives in plain denial
With the idea of a perfection
That can never be achieved
A fervent disconnection
Holding a mirror to her pain
So she can see forever
Or as far as she can run
Faster than my love’s wings
Like a conscious disembodiment
Painting shadows in the night
When I reach for her hand
But come away with nothing
A standing date with despair
Because she has never been free
To love me.

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