The sun bows respectfully
ever so gently reclaiming its warmth.
Like the rising chill,
you choose now
to present yourself.
All the treachery
laces your mood bitter,
each word barbed and pointed
to pierce this corpulent figure.
That insane feeling bubbles 'til
acceptance laughs out loud,
She thinks you love her...
I continue to tug,
a little harder each time
to reclaim each part of me given~
~unrequited...

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