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Trapped in a dark space because he can't see just how much he means to me. Silently I suffer the difficulties of love. I want to give him all he deserves. Yet he blocks me while pleading for more, I'm constantly losing this endless war. A girl in mourning,  a girl in heat,  no words in this world could really describe me. I pull,  he pushes, he pulls, and I push. Never can we ever meet at the same nut bush. I yearn his touch, his wisdom, his love,  but there are other things he's thinking of. Pushed to the back burner,  I act out in despair. Wishing,  hoping, praying he'll notice I'm there. Not a thing in this world can prepare you for love. Thinking back on the fantasies I used to dream of. I realize I know nothing, nothing close to what I have and I'm thankful for him but wonder "with me, is he glad?".