Be As Before
When rejection eludes understanding,
anxiety places love on trial.
And you start pretending there's still a chance,
extrapolating hope from denial.
A heart haunted by unrequited love,
oft loses its capacity to trust.
For pursuing fleeting shadows of joy,
you start drifting between love and disgust.
Truth is a prerequisite by default
if love is to have any chance at all.
For shackled to an inflated ego,
lies will only intensify your fall.
Unfulfilled needs morph into frustration,
resulting in an inward migration.
And walling off your heart, you improvise,
courting phantasies of your creation.
When falling tears threaten to drown your soul,
happiness starts slipping away once more.
And you try to turn back the hands of time,
wanting everything to be as before.
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