i was conditioned to believe
that affection
came with admonitions
and regulations
and a standard procedure
that sacrifice was required at the altar
of the heart
that self was made redundant
irrelevant
and obscure
i wasted
a thousand wishes
on kisses that never came
until
in the end
i learned
to love me

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