i should know
better than
writing
another love story
channeling
adoration into
the aether
leaves me hollow
i could write
about flying
or running
at the speed of
light stopping
crimes and
rescuing people
but none of that
is such an
unfulfilled longing
as being loved
in return
maybe the words
will bring
errant hearts
together and
at least i can
be ancillary to
love for the
first time i can
recall in so
very fucking long
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
The last few lines of your 2nd stanza stinged my heart.
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mine too, my friend. doesn’t make them less true for the pain. unfortunately.
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That pain is the reflection of its depth and the truth behind.
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