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MAN

May be it was love
I am sure it was not lust
Maybe it was this madness that pushes men
The love and want for things out of reach
I wanted her with all in me
It seemed like she loved the play
Watching me weaken for her
Watching me want her
I knew this but never wanted to stop
I wanted her more and more
More and more she had her fun
I wanted her not for pleasure
Not fame
Not for glory
I wanted a friend of her
Someone I could trust
A friend I could be weak before without fear
Someone who allowed me to be human
And not terrified to be one
But she wanted a man
Someone who could stand above like a cloud on a hot day
Who could rain on her storms and thunder when they disagreed
Someone who could subdue her
Make a humble
That is what she wanted
But that is all I never desired of me
Neither did I wish it for her
I wanted to be honest
Guided by the truth
Truth sweet
And truth that hurts
Only truth I could trust
Not some weak girl
Who bows to every word I speak
I saw how strong she was inside
But my greatest pain was her desire for someone who could break her
For that, she thought me weak
Someone less than the one she could stand by
But all my life
I knew that the strongest man is one who can carry truth
Is who can bear seeing the people around them grow stronger
But she believed otherwise
I needed someone who power would never change
And that is only by one who loves humans
I hoped she could see
A accept human of me
But something in me told me that I was looking the wrong way
I was hoping for too much in this present

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