Knee-deep in avoidance,
and I see it.
The mirror's right there
after all.
I can't bring my eyes
to meet yours.
Voicemails unplayed.
I mean,
I love you.
This can still be love,
right?
I'm cowering
and licking my
self-inflicted wounds.
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