Is this dead?
Am I burning my fuel in the wrong oven?
My love for you is so strong,
but unwelcomed.
Yes I can change, and I want to change.
But you only want to slap my wrists, for every word I utter.
No encouragement, just chastisement.
No welcoming, open arms.
Just a void where love once dwelt.

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