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I want you to see in my mind.
understanding, pity.
perhaps i deserve hard looks
and abandonment
but no one can see in my mind
not even you.


and even though i want this
my longing for the past shall never leave my center
my soul
part of which you are

part of what will leave me
one day.
shattered vases; broken broken, glued again
but the glue wears off
as has my love for you
and as i search for the one who can help me
understand the solution that enables the paste to dwell.
i realize
what i can accomplish.
a conditional, always seems to correspond
still i wish
i was numb
and dull
and petty.
perhaps then i would be in a different setting, with no trouble or trifles to cope with