unlovable
do i not deserve to be loved
or has love grown tired of me
perhaps grief knows my name
better than love ever did
for whenever something reaches for me
i find myself pulling away
as though being kept
is something i was never meant to know
as though every hand
that tries to hold me
was only ever meant
to be let go
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