Will it Suffice?

Written once, written twice it still doesn’t suffice.

What’s this? A heist?

No, not of my innocence,

that’s not what I asked for,

love is my desire.

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How many times must I plea

upon the 100th, once more?

For what?

Another empty hollow sound

of syllables and letters

that make a fool of me.

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Make me feel low? No,

help me heal,

don’t you know how?

Effort,

touch,

speak,

reach,

relate,

give.

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You hear,

and good intentions left undone,

well laid plans

left to rest.

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How many more times now must I say?

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Make me feel low? No,

help me heal,

don’t you know how?

Effort,

touch,

speak,

reach,

relate,

give.

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I press on,

written a third time now,

leaving the pen

on the open page

hoping this time

it will suffice.