Love Impasse

I am not ashamed to say it— I revisit you—perhaps because you discarded me and you meant something to me. But do I blame? No—I should have seen where there was an easy exit— and perhaps it was me that discarded you. I am not sure of simple things anymore. All I am sure of is that I love you— and have loved you. but I could never give you all of me and risk it all not knowing to whom your heart belonged. Even though you are silent as death now I feel you deeply and I feel I mean something to you—but my dilemma is that I am unsure of you and all I know is that I inflicted pain just as I feel pain from you. And I have done what I could to resurrect the death between us— not that a simple talk could mend what is already broken.