Friday, November 18, 2011

Elusive

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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