By Jane Rain
Date: 2015 Jul 08
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Or So We Say

We read each other's works.
Works that are about each other.
We compliment each other's works,
but we never say what's begging to be said.

He writes such attractive things
which get my attention
and cause me to feel again.

What does he want?
What is he waiting for?
I fear the same impending doom
that I've felt so many times before,
yet I let it happen.
It's the "train wreck" thing
where you kno there will be carnage,
but you just can't turn away.