Deny

Only a short space of time, yet the 'sense' of home is undeniable, eliciting a myriad of feelings.
Trying to close the distance imposed I became victim to an onslaught of emotional barriers.
You never acquiesced to give birth to the natural flow between us.
Explore its territories.
Instead analyzing every move, thought, sensation, placing doubts upon my disposition.
I know you can't see the diamond in the rough, you're blinded by the phony brilliance of the many cubic zirconias in your view.
Amongst where you seek a precious gem. But you already hold it in your posession.
If only you'd take time to polish it.
I wonder if you know the difference between genuine and counterfeit.
Or is quantity over quality your desire? Either way, your obdurate refusal to respond to the gentle then sometimes pulsing rhythym of our 'sync' is tragic.
Before it's too late will you reread the beautiful prose of 'us'?
Will you polish with your whole heart the magnificence of us?
Or will you continue to deny its existence?
Will you continue to deny that which is undeniable?

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