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Gotta love me for me and
I am gonna love you for you

xoxo

You didn't

Not looking for much
Not seeking any
Not wanting else more

Just want a little this and that

My fingertips miss him so much

Someone please save me from my commitment issues

I went for a crystal fortune telling today and it was really random
The person told me that hardly anyone picks pink crystals
It's from a sack of hidden crystals she told me to choose just by touching

And I picked 6 out of 10.

Pink means love.

I must be thinking about love a lot.

I don’t want that much.

I don’t want that much. I’m not looking for someone to be committed forever, I’m not looking for that mind blowing, life changing kind of passionate madness of being so, so in love. That’s unreasonable to ask for, and it’s ridiculous to wait for. No, I want someone I like to be around though. I’d really like someone who will wake up next to me and drink coffee with me on the porch in the morning. I think that’s it. If we can kiss and drink coffee and just like each other with good conversations and no one feeling awkward and no one thinking longingly about going home…if I could be with someone, and if both of us really felt like we wanted to stay right where we were at least for a few minutes, I think that would be the best thing. Beautiful weather and coffee just help.

I am so sorry

I am sorry that I have blurred us, but I am most sorry that my fingers have had to fight off the urge to call you lover in this poem,

Sorry that I do not write poetry anymore unless it is with your ghost.
To my old friend whom I shall never address as anything else,

I am sorry that I fell in love with a version of you that I invented.
I am sorry that I will never again know you, me, or us.
I do not know, my friend, if I am sorry about what I let waste away.

As easy as that

The day before I left, I remembered a story her mother told me. She said: ‘Andrea, when Heather was a little girl, she couldn’t fall asleep without tying a string around her finger that stretched to mine in the other room. All night long she’d give that string the tiniest tug, to make sure I was still there, and I’d tug back. That was love. That was love. As easy as that.’

Sometimes.

Sometimes.

My Honest Poem

I have an odd fascination with things like sand castles and ice sculptures. I assume it’s because I usually find myself dedicating time to things that will only last a few moments.

I guess that’s why I fall in love with things that will never love me back.