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Loved
I have loved people past the point
of being loved back
Talked past the point of being heard.
Trusted past the point of evidence.
I learned late that too much of
anything even devotion- becomes a
wound you inflicted on yourself.
I gave hope to situations
already concluded.
Attachment to people
still deciding whether to stay.
And called it loyalty.
It was not loyalty.
It was the inability to accept
what was already being
communicated through absence.
Too much. Always ends the same.
You holding everything you gave.
Them holding the door.
