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So close and yet so far,
we are but figments
of each other’s fantasies,
which are nothing but fallacies…
what I wouldn’t give to be spared
the anguish of loving you,
the agony of
reciprocity,
the liability
of my gullibility
disguised as compassion,
as empathy,
as fulfillment,
as stargazing, yearnful lust.
*
You play me like a grand piano
touching all the right notes
and I feel resurrected romanticism
poisoning my every intention,
my dearest aspirations,
my very soul.
*
As much as I wish yours well,
dearest one, I am not a viable
option and in loving you
I set you free
to live your life
beyond
the representation
of that which you see
in me. I am a man
you have no capacity
to fulfill. You are
*
a blossoming woman,
fragile and volatile
enraptured
in the tenderness
of a moon glistening dew
of first love.
So close and yet so far,
we are but figments
of each other’s fantasies,
which are nothing but fallacies…
what I wouldn’t give to be spared
the anguish of loving you,
the agony of
reciprocity,
the liability
of my gullibility
disguised as compassion,
as empathy,
as fulfillment,
as stargazing, yearnful lust.
*
You play me like a grand piano
touching all the right notes
and I feel resurrected romanticism
poisoning my every intention,
my dearest aspirations,
my very soul.
*
As much as I wish yours well,
dearest one, I am not a viable
option and in loving you
I set you free
to live your life
beyond
the representation
of that which you see
in me. I am a man
you have no capacity
to fulfill. You are
*
a blossoming woman,
fragile and volatile
enraptured
in the tenderness
of a moon glistening dew
of first love.