Garden of Lost Love

I have a unhealthy penchant for him

Everyday it grows worse

Every minute it grows stronger

Cruel is my mistress of fate, for I am not what he is after

Is my attraction an unholy endeavor, a foolish man’s fantasy?

Oh how it pains me to love and not be loved

He is  a blossom in my thorny overgrown garden

So precious and yet so easily destroyed

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