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He Loves Me…

By on September 8, 2014

He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, he loves me… not?
So what?
Ladies, why do we let them define us, confine us, entwine us
And sometimes even sideline us?
Why this continuing inward yearning to love and BE loved,
Desired, treasured
Needed, and wanted
Completely, absolutely, exclusively, all-consumingly
Not just him to presume we presume it
But for it to show in his every word, action and deed
That it truly is it
Why must we have
Together but never together
Placed, but never fully embraced
Not alone but lonely.

He loves me, he loves me not?
We should care, we do care
But can we dare
To know, to show, to glow
To not just be though…
Measured, measuring
The sum total of our worth as women
Against the totality of the feeling we feel he feels for us

He loves me, he loves me, he loves me… not?
But that’s not, does not run the full gamut
Of who I am, what I am and who I can, and am yet to be
So much of me is him
Yet so much of me is… well… me

From her anthology of poems “Chronicles Of Joy Through Pain”

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