Desert

Will I ever get used to it?
This feeling after every single time...
When I think you are ready for it,
When I think I've managed to crack your signs,
You disappear...
Guess I've got my very own mirage.
From up close you are all I want,
All I like to think I need.
Though as my eyes blink it all goes away
Now you are something else
Something I am not sure helps me.
I hate doubting myself,
For doubt reproduces at a pace my poor
self-esteem cannot handle,
Cannot win.
Will I ever win?
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