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He says he’s not ready, not seeking it now,
But still, he returns, and I wonder how.
Is it me that he misses, my laugh, or my care?
Or does he come close only when the night’s air?
I feel him near, and my heart starts to pumped
But there’s a question that lingers in my head.
Does he come back for me, for the love I can give,
Or am I just a shelter, where his desires live?
I’ve waited, I’ve listened, I’ve been there through all,
But each time he leaves, it’s another small fall.
It’s hard to untangle the love from the lust,
When he holds me so close, but I can’t feel the trust.
I feel bad for myself, for the tears that I hide,
For giving so much while pushing aside,
The doubts and the worries that cloud up my mind,
Is this love real, or just something undefined?
His words can be tender, his touch can be sweet,
But does he miss me, or just the warmth when we meet?
It’s a cycle, a loop that I don’t understand,
Why he takes my heart but won’t take my hand.
I’m confused, I feel sad, but don’t want to lose,
The idea that one day, he might finally choose.
But I know I deserve more than this endless refrain,
Of feeling like love, then just feeling pain.
I wish I could see if his heart’s truly there,
If he needs me for love or just wants what we share.
Because it’s tearing me down, piece by piece,
And I wonder if letting go is the way to release.
It’s not easy to walk, to leave him behind,
When my heart’s so entangled, my love so blind.
But I deserve more than being just a desire,
I deserve a love that lifts me higher.
So I sit with my sadness, my thoughts in a haze,
Wondering if he’ll ever meet me halfway.
And maybe one day, when I look back, I’ll see,
That letting go was the best gift for me.
Because love should be more than just a fleeting touch,
It should be a bond, steady and such.
And if he’s not ready, if he’s not the one,
Then I need to stop waiting and start moving on.