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Maybe I expect too much;
I want love in action,
devotion in motion.

My ears were bleeding
from empty platitudes;
my eyes have spent
too many tears
on a pitiful audience.

My heart for years
was wrought with pain
at the hands of those
who were tasked to heal.

Any semblance of hope
was dashed at their feet;
disappointment became
my humble abode.

Until I had barricaded
myself in this cave
too afraid to leave.

In this hollow,
I accepted my fate
and learned to hate
myself, not the ones
that put me here.

Then love somehow
sauntered in, abruptly
and unnannounced.

It took over my cavities
and settled in
this concrete heart.