You've been holding secrets, bound to the jewels on your necklace,
guilt, clearly visible on your face.
I just want us to be able to communicate,
instead of this secretive dance forever being our fate.
This lack of intimate connection is driving me down sad dead ends...
that I've seen before where no one wins.
Have you fallen out of love with me?
From me, do you long to be free?
The truth hurts, sure, but I'll take it because it's better than this uncertainty,
if I don't find this truth, then I will be searching eternally.
Melancholy soul lost in a Pacific of conflicting emotions,
with no listening ear to escape to, thus giving way to personal implosions.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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