on going and
going-
three years-
in my life, then out,
then in and out, again.
part of me, one with me
and then
separated.
not for long, though
not until you call me again
and i fall again.
same story line,
same plot.
climax
and then
same outcome.
you will kiss my forehead
with such a passionate touch
like you really mean it;
like you really love me.
you will touch me
in all the right places
in all the right ways.
and then you will so routinely push me away.
and i kept telling myself
that it would eventually all make sense-
all of our differences,
all of these misconstrued instances-
but they don’t add up-
they never have, & they never will.
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