A Rejection Story

People have been walking
Away from me even before
I knew what it would
Mean, my outstretched arms begging
Tears confirming the brokenness
Of my dreams.
A weakness resides in me that I hate
Pleading to be loved but
Devalued nonetheless, heart pounding
In my chest with fear that I
Will stand lonely again.
I cannot tell a lie. I wish
This thing in me would die a slow
But easy death by reassurance
That I mean something more in life
Than just a passing whim.
And yet I know I will carry this
Unbridled emptiness with me to
My grave unrequited and unspent.



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