Yet again - I resent,
One more time - I abhor.
Why would I give my heart for naught in return?
You don't want me - OK.
You don't need me - that's fine.
Can I kill my desire and finally learn?
I should learn to ignore,
I should learn not to call,
Stop expecting your love when I show you mine.
Either leave and forget,
Or occasional friends,
Stop unthinkingly crossing the invisible line.
Resenting
© Copyright: Ариадна Галицкая, 2009
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