Dear Diary,
It is a contemplative space i am in again
Resolved to leave you behind in the past.
Try as i might, i can’t help but see actions
as they are unblemished,no sugarcoating.
My desire has always been for more
Partnership, friendship, intimacy, life.
I can’t convince myself that we are aligned
It seems you have been content with less
Stolen moments, minor experiences.
And then you choose, always you choose
And in your choice, stamp my conviction
That I will never be that choice in this life.
Something in me is desirable to you indeed
But it is not Enough, it has never been Enough, it will never be Enough
Your choice has always possessed something infinitely more desirable than the awesome Love you think you felt with me.
I am practical, i see this and logic speaks
There is nothing to be had as i want it all
Megs' 