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Haunted Love

For who am I without being who I was,
For what is won't always be,
and what can be,
doesn't mean it will be.

Envy is a disease,
a factor of malice and control,
and if not contained,
it will take it's toll. 

Jealousy is a green monster,
Most choose to hold,
But Unconditional love,
Is a story untold.

A story most choose to hide,
But if you sit with me for awhile,
I'll let you inside,
And share it with a smile.

For what is Unconditional,
That I wouldn't know,
It's something I've yet to encounter,
But have given all around,
And gotten back nothing but cruelty and slander.

For I have yet to even encounter actual love,
Other than for a brief moment when I was young,
A moment I always held close like a white dove,
pirched gently in my hands,
But then it flew away so gently,
Like an invisible man.

For once it was there,
Then gone in a flash,
I waited and waited,
But I knew it wasn't going to last.

I released that love,
or so I thought,
until it crept up on me,
It upset me that I even forgot.

I wasn't ready for it to sneak back in,
For once I just wanted it to finally end,
And so it did atlast,
But it was like a dark nightmaric past. 

A haunting I never wanted exposed,
For when it found me,
I felt entirely too enclosed,
and once again just wanted to let go. 

A part of me always held a little hope,
But then again we all do from time to time,
Doesn't mean it's what we expect,
Given there's always a fine line.

So once more I will let it go,
and let it slip into the shadows,
To be a ghost,
I hold close,
Like most,
Love shattered!!

8/14/2021
By Me D'e 
No copywriting

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