Distance.
Sight.
I see you, I can't reach you.
Love I give. I have, yet don't feel.
Tough exterior, I move and push away.
Rejection is real.
Yet its you I crave.
Inside I wait
And inwardly beg.
To be touched
To be held.
To be treasured.
To be desired and needed.
I hide, please find.
I crave.
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