The Thought Of
I think I was in love with the thought of
in love.
Not his black eyes,
concave cheeks,
liquid hands.
I was in love with the thought of being loved when really
falling
in love.
Not his black eyes,
concave cheeks,
liquid hands.
I was in love with the thought of being loved when really
I wasn't.
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wow sorry it's shitty this is like my first ever poem.