HONEST AND REAL.

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HONEST AND REAL.

By Ross E F Lombardi

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I can do some things

I can do allot

I have two hands, and a back and can move stuff around,

I can tidy, clean and run errands,

Being loved,

Is an ability I do not have.

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I can draw,

I can paint,

I can see things that are not there,

I can see the truth behind the reality,

Being loved,

Is a talent I do not have.

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I can write,

I can tell a tale,

I can pull a feeling - from a plastic keyboard.

I can use a line - to draw a tear from an eye,

Being loved,

Is a skill I do not have.

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I have a physical presence - as a person.

I have value - as a human being.

I can do things - to help in a world - that others can’t

A life is worth - Still living - To aid others,

Yet, Being loved

Is a value I can never have.

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I can stand,

I can shout,

I can protest injustice and not back down,

I can do what is right - at any - and all costs,

However, Being loved,

Is a personal power I will never have.

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I can never fly with a cape,

I am not invulnerable,

I can not cast spells with magic and sorcery.

There is no silly superhero fantasy here - in this mortal clay form.

And just like any other impossible fantasy thing,

For me – Being romantically loved can never be.

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No more wasting money on dating sites.

I give up.

No posh aftershave, shaving, - or bothering with that crap.

I quit.

No more dates, dreaming and pointless energy wasted for me.

I have accepted how things are.

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I am male.

I am flesh and bone and blood.

Am both many ‘a good and a bad thing.

I am able – talented – skilled - flawed - both a dreamer and realistic.

I am many, Many, MANY things.

I Am Here!

But a woman’s true love…

…is simply…

…not who I am.

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I have more than enough power enough to take it.

I can be “cared for”, “liked”, patronised, and “put up with”

I can be there, be “temporary”, - Missed for a while, then forgotten.

I can be a soft regret, - Spelt with small “r”.

No one will look at me – a way - a lover should.

This is who I am.

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Let us be real here!

Being loved - Is an ability I do not have.

Drop the trite comforting bullshit!

Being loved - Is a talent I do not have.

Let’s be honest.

Being loved - Is a skill I do not have.

I - accept the truth – like a grown-up adult!

Being loved - Is a value I can never have.

I - am strong enough to know,

That being loved - Is a personal power I will never have.

Just like any other impossible fantasy,

Being romantically loved can never be.

This is how it is…!

Being any woman’s true love…

…is simply…

…not who I am.

… “THAT” will never be me.

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