Patience (response to 88)

I have to have her now.
Shes all I want, and love.
Saving her from a destitute fate.
Just to not resent her with my hate.
I could be so good to her.
You just dont understand.
My love is equivalent to every single grain of sand.
But when her love fills me up.
It does so like a bag bursting at the seems.
While I scramble to cover holes with these false dreams.
So you see its really not her fault.
It's mine alone to bear.
I should have said that I loved her.
Or gently stroked her hair.
Instead all I did was lie.
Feeding her spoonfuls of my disguise.
She saw through that ruse but didnt say a word.

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