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is it your smile? your sparkling eyes?

or the way you always have

a shoulder to lean on?.....

because they all love you.



and i don't.

not a bit.

i wish they'd believe that.



so i try to say it;

in these few lines



-read-between-them-



they're all i can manage (angry)

I don't. I don't. I don't.



and you aren't arrogant,

or begging on your knees:

the image of perfection,

you're too humble.

do you know that?



every now & then,

i watch the way you laugh:

open mouth, happy eyes,

and i see it....

                    what makes me not love you.

{it's not existant}



non, non, non



i'd give you the galaxy,

shrouded in hues of tourmaline,

if it would fit in your hand.



and your face, bright and alert;

i know you would accept it,

collect it and not move on.

and not give in.



but i don't love you.

          I don't.

          I don't. (I wish they'd believe that)

         and I can't make myself...... not.



I don't......

          want to.



and we can't all be like you.