Purple's Platitudes

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Sonnet XXXIV

10 May 2013

Sonnet XXXIV


There won’t be a next time after this last time,

even though I make that vow every time.

I’ve no desire to ever try again.

My resolve is stronger than it’s ever been.

But this loneliness still weakens my will,

wounding me again by love unfulfilled.

If only I could learn to just not care,

to not want or need someone to be there.

I try to convince myself that I don’t,

that no matter what happens, I won’t,

but my heart betrays me, it wants to love,

even though I know it’s never enough.

I don’t know how some people go without,

or worse, love anyway despite their doubts.


10 May, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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