Perhaps, what is worse than not being loved
is not loving someone
*I can't believe I'm saying this
All my life, I have been the lover
(or I think I was)
and so I dreamt of being the beloved the next time
And yet now that
I am able to love
I am desirable
I am pursued
I can't seem to love anyone.
One I have buried in my memory
The others I have not allowed to make a mark
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