I struggle with my inner monologue like
The longest game of tug-of-war you could ever imagine.
I sit and overthink the things that don't need immediate answers.
I question the things I already have answers to
Because what if they're the wrong ones?
Will I ever get married?
Do I want to get married?
Do I still want to find love?
Is love even important?
Is the next love of my life a man?
Is the next love of my life a woman?
Am I faking my sexuality for attention?
Is my sexual identity impacted by my previous traumas?
Maybe I'll never have answers
To the questions I continue to ask myself
But do I really need them?
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A Guide To 'I Love You's
PoetryA poetry collection I have written in my journey to understanding the different emotional connections I have experienced with others. I explore themes of the many types of love, self-confidence and sense of self in an attempt to come to terms with m...
