A Fools Infatuation

I hoped you’d see me for who I am,

Kind, tender, loving,

Not the image in a funhouse mirror.

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Twisted, distorted,

Too tall and thin, too short and fat,

Maybe a little different.

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Dredging up the courage,

Heart feeling ready to burst,

Dry throated I swallowed.

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Struggling to make a sound,

I offered my heart,

You laughed.

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Crushed, eyes welling with tears,

Head in hands to hide the shame,

Soulless succubus.

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Confidence torn to shreds,

Heart eviscerated, raised to the scorching sun,

It withered.

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What a fool I was,

To be so presumptuous,

That you could ever love me.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

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