She loves me and I love her, I accept she wants the space from me,
for us, for the family.

I accept the feelings of being intense,
of feeling sad, of feeling depressed.
But I think that's ok too be sad,
to be missing your love and your connection.

So I control myself to not let my wavy feelings get in the way of this false acceptance,
it's for a better treason than the purpose of understanding this chalice.

I accept my fears within this cloud,
I embrace them but I don't believe myself,
I am stronger than this,
because I love her and she loves me,
this is for the family,
and this space will expand soon with a foreclosure of love.

I accept my timing on the space as it bends,
it last longer than I could stand,
but I love her and she loves me,
this is about us, not me, this is about what she believes,
I would never be deceived,
I face my insecurities and I take her hollow pain with me,
I will not let this new dawning overtake me,
because I love her and she loves me.

I accept the fact I could never be within her heart,
I broke this illusion more than once,
I accept I'm losing my family,
because nothing has changed,
because I love her and she loves me.

I think because I feel, but this isn't real unless confirmed,
she tosses me admiration so I have a positive outlook and I'm no longer afraid,
I'm unaware now, but I'm present now,
I'm actually happy now, I'm still confused somehow.

This will unfold to a dreamy nightmare because I have false confidence now,
because I love her and she loves me.

I appreciate life, I no longer dwell on death,
I embrace the positive, I acknowledge the negative.

My heart lifts, my thoughts sink,
my actions tighten while my muscles loosen.
I'm not forever around so I accept my slow death,
I embrace this dark life in love, unbeknown fear.

I run away from hiding but my shadow stalks,
I no longer worry because I'm now hopelessly complacent,
my true love is somehow vacant.

I am weakly strong now, I love me in fear,
I emphasize others with compassion,
worry without inspiration for contention keeps me second guessing,
my will drives my obituary forward for I don't see,
That I love her and she loves me not.