He doesn’t want to be loved, and he doesn’t even see it
He disappears when he starts to feel any sort of warmth or buzz of safety
As safety to him was a temporary fire we call lust
replaced it with an idea of lux or a complicated love
where there is no gamble
no pain
A safer way to hide
But A missed paradise, we could not trade for any solid comfort.
He is pushing me away, belittling any pure intentions I have left, and expects me to look up to him when his ego is manipulating the genuine leader that once lived.
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