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Imperfect Perfection

Tags: love, sad, loss, trinket
Love is rarely perfect.
Love weaves a web of loss
through my core
as I covet you.

Perpetual days of torment,
unfinished thoughts of you
taunt my past and future.

Silent cries ride the back
of an impossible avowal,
always only a wish.

My heart wails in your absence,
I miss you incurably,
I will wait patiently for you.

You are not mine,
yet I can't let go.
My sorrow is a waterfall.

A torrent, a flood,
a river of misery
whisks me away.

Drowning in torment,
you are mine for a moment
until your shadow walks away.

Imperfect perfection.
there is no way in,
there is no way out.

I love you too much,
you are not mine to love,
not mine to crave.

You are not mine.

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