Delusions

This is my truth.
When you cry,
I feel the tears
hot and stinging
clouding my vision.
When you cannot speak,
my throat constricts
and burns
with unspoken passions.
When you want me,
I throw myself down
and lose myself
feeling you inside me.
When you fade, broken,
I rise to be
with you and
remind you that life
holds promise, still.
You may doubt
but I feel
and see
and speak
and act
and will hold fast
to my own truth.

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