And just for thought...
You touch me in ways that still give me hope,
softly brushing my hand in a way I imagine you holding me. You look deeply into my eyes just like you wanted me. I am fooling myself. We both know it. It is better for me to live in my imagination then your reality. I find myself willing you to love me. I know the damage to myself. I realize it every time you leave. You don't think of me when I'm not standing in front of you. I understand your feelings but their nonexistence doesn't matter to me. You are gentle with me and I thank you. You say kind words to me, sweetly whispering wonderful, nicely telling me you desire nothing at all.
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