The literati mafia

I know things about you
I was scared to know,

discovered through means
necessary for my contentment

devastated at the thought of another potential failure,
unsure if the tailspin could be recovered

convinced that it couldn’t,
you said goodbye

unconvinced you could pull me
back to your side,

but I caved,
in my effort to understand,

seeking answers to questions
difficult to ask

when I heard them,
feeling nothing but renewed resolve
to at least know you,
continue talking as two wounded souls

unwilling to give up so easily,
connection formed,
prospects for happiness
should healing continue,

for us both,
in ways differing,
while the same underneath

fear of abandonment,
lack of acceptance,
for who we are at the core;
the filler of addictions,
coping techniques,
attempting destruction
of who we both wish to be

I have no fanciful feelings
that all will be as it should,
just hope for…

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