with a boylike spirit.
You poured yourself out,
with no thought to a limit.
You showered me with flowers,
the cream of the crop,
always willing to give,
and never wanting to stop.
I loved you, I did, the best I was able,
in light of my cirumstances,
we couldn't be stable.
I continued to nuture our friendship
through the phone, but in spite of
my attempts, our communication broke.
The hurt and dissapointment I felt with you
not there, caused me once again to have great fear of a man
saying "he loved me", and eventually would dissapear.
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