Bother

She brushed me off like dust on a jacket
Never met the thought of possibilities
Never cared for the suffering
Preferred pleasure over the pain

I forgive her every time
Thousands upon thousands of times
Touched her hands with words
In the darkest of rooms

Love her like no other
I seem only to be a bother
So I left her be
With the hope she will see

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