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i (kinda) miss thinking (about) (how much) i love you tha perverse (obstinate) part of me wantsta say i dont need yore permission to love you (or anyones) and (technically) thats true but im so averse (at this stage) to (not) wanting any thing the other person does(nt) want that i haven’t touched my wife in yeers (ive trained my self (perhaps (a little) too) well) ? and (apparently) (somewhat) against my (own) (occasional) will) my indoctrination (now) extends to (not) loving you (or others) who (really) have no wish for me to love them so (of course) im (somewhat) stuck (yet again) telling my self to (at least) try (not) to think about you (but) then the self flagellation masquerading as (a sense of) humor (in the face of emotional distress) pricks at me wanting to know is telling yore self (not) to think about her (not) thinking about her ? yer smirk fails ta dismiss tha hurt (entirely) experience says dont touch tha wound (let it be) but you dont listen now do you ? listening has (never) been yore strong suit yore (always) too busy showing yore hand ta any body (who happens ta be) looking
ya ever wonder to yore self what (might) would happen if you (just) kept on doing whatcha wanta do ?
Impossible to know another mind, might as well just do yours.
I've read uour poem twice, Seamus, and I'm going to read it again. The theme is so enticing and so curious that it's worthy of many reads. The nature of love is something an uncountable number of authors have made their theme, but you make it all new again.