Affection rejection.
How I wish I could read his mind.
Why does he love me for a week
Then turn away, rejecting affection?
Daring caring.
I hug him and I pull him close,
Caress his shoulders, kiss his cheek.
To win him back I dare to care.
Passion ration.
If I could understand his ways,
Regain his trust, find what I seek.
Enough now of rationing passion.
Wear despair.
I lay myself out in front of him
He looks away, rejection bleak.
Dressed again, I am wearing despair.
Mourn forlorn.
I reason it’s his changing moods
But it’s my fault, I am too weak.
Forlorn of hope, I mourn.
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