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Unfuckable
It’s too much
How the space crackles
Between us.
I’m never going to be enough
For you
To love
Completely.
You can push
Doesn’t mean much
When I’m on the floor
Crying out for something more.
You’re mad at the unlit candle
Though you hold the match,
You hold everything
Yet leave me untouched.
Polishing a wooden table
Until it’s splinters
Only wastes time.
How the space crackles
Between us.
I’m never going to be enough
For you
To love
Completely.
You can push
Doesn’t mean much
When I’m on the floor
Crying out for something more.
You’re mad at the unlit candle
Though you hold the match,
You hold everything
Yet leave me untouched.
Polishing a wooden table
Until it’s splinters
Only wastes time.
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