Here I am AGAIN
In the throes of
Despair
Despairing the decision
I need to make that
Was made for me
Upon my birth
FAILURE stamped on
The soft-spot not ever soft
Crushing the brain into
Not being able to grow
Into a woman capable of
Giving and receiving
TRUE LOVE - only able to
Take, steel, borrow, throw away
Lust, carnal knowledge -
Fornication indicating only
Mentally is there an involvement
Flatlining in real life...
Hearts are beating a tune
Separately, but together in
Different bodies of evidence
Growing to expose the case
Can't be settled in a few hundred
Words that have been uttered here
And there - but
Not believed because they seem
Like lies easily swallowed as the
Bitter pills of reality remind me of
My failures past, present and perhaps
Sadly, the near future...
Self-fulfilling prophecy?
So many people are going to say,
"I hope not."
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