Don’t touch me,
If you do not want to.
I am more than
My love for you.
It may be full,
It can be blind,
It is what elsewhere
You will never find!
I am beautiful
And I am kind;
I have a heart;
I have a mind;
I am my body
And though it wants you –
Do not touch me,
If you do not want to.
I keep giving of love and remain alone;
Either awake at night or with fears.
I learnt much of pain; it comes now by rote
And has quite lost all its share of tears.
The love I give is all consuming.
It comes from within a unique need.
If I am willing to be consumed myself,
How in hell does it classify as greed?
The words I write now have been written.
The pain I am in has been felt.
It feels like my men are on strange repeat.
The cards each deals have been dealt.
The love I have just needs to be seen;
But those I love choose others over me;
And I can’t keep giving up myself –
I must have an end to hope’s tragedy.
I think of love as forever and it hurts.
Each time it brings with it the freshest pain.
As each time my gifts and heart shatter,
I lie to myself and say never ever again.
Will others see me like you did?
Will this be the price of fame?
I do not like who I see now –
Will all of me remain the same?
I fear it isn’t so, never was;
And I do not think it will be –
Even you lied, eventually,
Taking away the best of me.
I wish I had power to be
A man with complete security;
No one to depend on or love:
A replete identity.
Yet, if you lied about your love,
Then your thoughts on me are false, too;
Ergo, I am not incomplete,
Despite the part I gave to you.
Hearts Still Care 
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