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Why would one fight to change a mind?
Why would one try
when one's been told not to cross a line?
How can one hang on
when it's been told that she or he is not the one?
How would one hold on
when all seems over and done?

I have loved and it hurts...

...but love isn't enough without love returned.

As much as I'd want him by my side,
I hold it in because I need someone
to choose freely to have me in his life.

I need someone who'll claim me,
who wants us together at all costs,
for that is what I'll give,
a love that would never be lost.

I've waited, though not always patiently,
for a man to be my match,
for someone who also believes in love that lasts...

...alas, I'm facing a future where my
dreamings of us must fade to black.

This is not my choice, but his alone,
simply because I had already made my feelings known.
It was he who said "no - this can never be,"
and with those words,
shoved me into the cold so hurriedly.

Even amidst some recent warmth and kindness,
those wishes have remained ingrained,
which is why I can never again say
what I long to state directly to his face.

I cannot reach out,
I've been forced to keep eyes forward,
though I want to cry out and
make him feel what I feel,
letting my heart's voice be heard.

Outward I'll keep my emotions in check,
at the most, a tiny glimpse would make one suspect,
but never letting enough out
to allow such emotions to be truly recognized,
for the truth I'd been told is that
these emotions don't matter,
and so I work to keep them inside,
praying for them to dematerialize.

In the end, I want him to be happy and free,
free to choose what he wants in this life,
free of drama, and if my feelings bring him down,
then I also want him to be free of me.

If I could be what he wanted in this life,
and he didn't want to throw me away,
that is the only thing that would make me fight...

...love returned is the only thing
that could make me change
from this current, heart-hurting state
at the end of the day.