I think the reason why I feel so
Inadequate
In her presence
Is not the fact that
She’s got so much about her
That is loveable
It’s not the fact that
She has
Dreams
I once shared
Home friends
I once knew
Worries
I took into my heart

But rather the terminology of love
The fact that
She was never mine
As such
But playing an agreed role
In an allotted amount of time

So what hurts
When I hear her voice
Listen to her plans and stories
Is the pain of being
Slowly but surely
Eroded away
Replaced
Edited out

All of which humbles the ego
That goes out and about
Promising
“I can be your everything”

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Ever Curious

Ever Curious

I try to use science, psychology and philosophy to create realistic and practical methods of living better lives. We don’t need to start from zero.