Acceptance

The fickle flame burns my name across your heart…flowers I gave…hours you saved…love was made…right from the start…you could not do for me…what I did for you…receiving of the acceptance…of what you already knew…catching love by setting it free…ours was never meant to be…you could not see the me…who was right in front of you…there was nothing more you could do…the tears ran away from your eyes…just as a child who is in trouble would…my hands did the same with your thighs…your trouble is your childhood…or the lack of one…all which was done and not done…made you rid of me…before you could actually see the real me…no more treatment for your torment…the hand has been given enough to receive…faith in ecclesiastical stars and topless bars…there is nothing more for you to achieve.

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