Best In Retrospect

The problem was
I looked best to him
walking away

My rejection
made him love me more.

It became my tool
to hold on
to him,

because Love does
what it needs to do
to survive.

But now I'm drained
of the Love I need;
in Rejection-making
it dies.

by Lonnie Hicks

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