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In Your Eyes
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Learning from the Past Sometimes I forget
why I am how I am
until you jog my memory.
You were supposed to be
the man who would love me
like I deserve.
But still after all these years,
you are still the reason
for my insecurities.
I talk and you ignore me.
I try to make you proud,
but you scold me
when I’m not perfect.
I will never be good enough;
you will never love me
for me.
And I will never find that love
elsewhere because I will look
for men like you who are
incapable of showing love.
