Conflicted
Wondering if pure love exists or is just depicted
Images surrounding me
Hounding me
Fairytales crumble in front of me
Wondering why love looks back differently.
Wishing it’s warmth would wash up on me
I feel highs, then lows and jealousy.
Wishing I knew if you were into me like I am into you
Wondering how you still talk to those you were involved with
Longed for, adored and cared for
Do you still hold on to the past?
Do you leave the door open in case
She might come back?
Leaves me wondering if attachment is worth it all –
The rise and the fall
Is this world too tempestuous for the love I crave to exist?
I want to trust you – Is it my insecurity?
Based on history these feelings have validity
I feel myself sinking into this uncertainty
Wishing I felt our love with more security.
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