your validation eludes me.
your words are empty;
a hollow mess of promises you can’t even pretend to know.
you are a ghost, living between two worlds,
illuminating yourself by a light i’ve never seen nor touched.
you live in delusion and fail to find yourself.
but. I seek you out. I wait for your love.
I conform to your desire,
and lose pieces of me as I continue on in the path of familiarity.
I am cognizant of my choice. I am mindful of your position.
Your unavailability is my comfort
and I continue to tredge the line of
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