Olove


Don't offer me love,
I seek disinterest and pain,
Tenderness makes me go insane,
Understanding is vital
To my survival.
When you offer me happiness,
Your giving too much,
My ideal of love is a long
Lasting longing from someone
I cannot quite touch.
Why?
I cannot say,
It just ends up that way,
Something inside me is
Holding me captive,
Not letting me by,
It looks for your traits
In others faces letters and such.
Why has your soul
Stained my life so much,
I wonder is it possible,
Can two people feel
The same pain,
Could it divide into two,
Make it easier to sustain.
CR
Juanita Fay stamm

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