Old faithful feeling

The rawness of “love”

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Oh, it’s you again,

I thought we were f*cking done.

I sit here in utter despair knowing that you have returned.

I don’t hate you but you are not the most pleasant thing to be around.

Your presence consumes my mind, body and spirit leaving me numb.

But you already know that right?

How do I see all of your god-given beauty yet feel like admiring your beauty kills me inside with each passing look.

I patiently awaited you to say “I love you” but that reality did not manifest itself.

I am sorry that I love you but this time I chose me.