I can not Love you

Holding on to my memories?
The one who is an aloft lilly in the cactuses valley,
The one standing on fork ended roads of life
Where breath is not even in good terms with her
Whose Helen is feeding on her own snippets
How Long would you collect my broken feathers?
Or thrive to resolve my knotty threads of pallid Identity?
I am Half truth or Half haunting Fantasy
A residue of burnt hopes
Where only insects of fear breed
My Troy you can not own
It's a battle of myself with my own innards
Forget me forever
I can not Love thee
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