the latest crap poem.

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>Giving Up>Giving In>Giving Out>Letting Go>Giving Up>Giving In>Giving Out>Letting Go>Giving Up>Giving In>Giving Out>

I find myself
in this trend
where every beginning
could be the end.
Confusion, depression
delusion, obsession.

A passionate wish.
Jealousy repression.
To learn through age or maturity?

Self destructive actions,
creating no-win situations,
to test love beyond infatuation,
to prove love is a failure,
as I wait for all my traps to prevent prevailure.

So why do I check
under my bed
for you every night,
sleeping with my eyes shut tight?

Searching through fight after fight,
I find,
I'm just afraid to be saved.