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UNREQUITED LOVE.

UNREQUITED LOVE.It was never about you.
It was always about me.
It was never about me.
It was always about you.
I was seeking that open heart.
That love without conditions.
The one I desired returned.
I so desperately yearned.
My fragile inner child needed.
My child crying out to be met.
Without condition.
She was screaming.
Distraught, bleeding.
Wounded, rejected, denied.
Wondering why she’d been bad.
Just for being herself.
Just for being herself.
Just for being herself.
It was never about her.
She tried to be liked.
To be better.
To be more.
To be less.
To be seen.
To be invisible.
To be heard.
To be quiet.
Yet nothing worked.
Must be me she said.
A dagger to the heart.
A slash to the soul.
A lifetime of chasing and rejection.
She didn’t see it wasn’t about fault you see.
She picked up her broken pieces.
Breathing life back into her heart.
Worth into her being.
Lay there needing to be no more.
Than just herself.
Than just herself.
Than just herself.
She realised one can only meet her.
Where they can meet themself.
I’m sorry for pushing you, she said.
As she met herself fully.
She ran and giggled hand in hand.
With her childhood love.
Herself.Bec Hart.

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