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I want to write about love,

But I can't.

I'm sad over so much,

Things in my mind are jammed.



I love my partner,

But I always wonder if there is something more.

Yet, I won't stray...

She is comfortable,

I know how our arguements start, progress and finish.

I know her thought patterns and why she is, they way she is.



My life is not so bad,

My finances could be better, but whose couldn't.

I'm not afraid of being alone,

I just know that I do better with people.



My partner asked,

"Can you honestly say,

That I am with you, twenty-four-seven?"

My brow lowered, "What?"

"When you are with me, are you really with me?

Inside your head are you really thinking of me?

Or are you with her?"

I emphatically say that I am with my partner...

I do not want my ex...but...

I think about her.



She is the reason I can't seem to go forward.

I'm with someone I've already been with.

This is our second time.

I don't want to start from scratch,

Open myself up, invest in someone....



INVEST IN SOMEONE...



I absolutely know nothing of...

That I'm so unsure of...

   That if they tell me their name...

   I don't know if I can take them at their word.



My ex said so many things,

   About Her education,

         Her children,

         Her religion...

And it was all untrue.



WHERE DO I BEGIN TO TRUST?

When I loved for nine months,

When I knew nothing was wrong until court papers came,

   But she kept my words near her heart,

   Making everything look as if nothing was wrong!!!!



I DON'T BLAME HER,

I KNOW SOMETHING HAD TO HAVE HAPPEN TO HER,

TO MAKE HER DO THESE THINGS,

TO HAVE BEHAVED THIS WAY....



I'm just frustrated!!!!

Because I can't make the first step to trust.



If you tell me your name,

How do I know you are who you say you are?

How do I know you mean me no intentional harm?

And what are you looking for?

What is in this for you?



Many things hide in the disguises of love...

And they hide in the pretenses people give in the hopes of

finding just that.



I'm too afraid, and my heart is too fragile...



Damn...I never made it to the alter,

Not before I became JILTED.