How does one live each day, without knowing if it's the last, without love and reassurance?
How does one accept the temporary euphoria that comes with another's emotional unavailability?
Untruth
It's the acceptance of an Idea.
To accept the vibe of one who calls out your name.
Who says things out of anger.
Who trust the enemy more than you...
Who shouts love
But shows disdain...
Unwilling to forgive
Unable to love, in truth
Comfortable in unhappiness, and wants company.
How vain is it to accept them?
How dare I demand for better?
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