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Does she love me?

I am not sure.

She calls me sweety,

And says it so pure.

But how do i know it is truly?



I know i love her,

That is always for sure.

But when iam around her,

I am just a distant friend and unsure.

Not a daughter, not even a sister.

But a mree friend, to aid the allure.



What should i do?

is this feeling absurd?

Is it something that will pass for sure?

Or do I need to be heard?



Please tell me,

For I am so very confused.

I need my sanity,

I cannot be refused.

For in reality,

We should be fused.



Maybe it is not she,

Who does not love,

Maybe it is me,

Who needs to rise above.



My past is so cloudy,

That I know not what is real.

What is reality, and what is fantasy?



I'm not even sure i can truly feel,

Or even imagine what feeling truly is.

I want the true me, to be completely real.

But how can I be a wiz,

At something i know not the deal?



Why can I not know?

What can I truly feel?

Why does it not show?

Maybe one day I'll learn to be real.

Maybe, or maybe no,

I'll let the real me show.



And then she'll love me.

All of me, not just parts.

Just for being the real me,

And loving it with all my heart.