Loving You

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Loving you like I do is so hard sometimes.

The watery depths of your anger solidified into concrete walls between us.

And not a crack of doubt spreads through it.

I push,
I yank,
I bash,
I sank.

I climb,
I fall;
I no longer,
STAND TALL.

Your walls stand true.
Your foundation,
INFALLIBLE.

I crack,
I crumble,
I crash,
I tumble.

And loving you like I do is so hard sometimes.

Your barriers remain unseen.

I flounder around, behind undetectable forces, scrambling to get to you.

I try,
So hard,
I try,
I try.

You watch,
Unmoved,
Unmotivated,
Unamused.

Your walls stood true.
My foundation,
Undesirable.

You're angry.
I'm crying.
My love,
I'm dying.

Because loving you like I do is slowly killing me.

And my soul is deprived, time and time again, of the nutrients your love should be providing.

No regret to be seen in those baby blue-greens.

I fell,
My love,
I fell,
With no net.

Your arms,
Have moved.
Your heart,
Turned cold.

Your walls have thickened.
Reinforced.
UNRELENTING.

I should turn around.
I should flee.
I love you.
Don't you see?

Not loving you like I do would hurt.

I'm stuck in love, and met with hate.

Pain I have now, but without your hate, death awaits.

I love,
I love,
You,
And your hate.

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