My friend warned me about you the other day
I am blindsided that you are not the same person I have come to know
I am scared of the truth of her words
I am scared of the body double I have been infatuated with
I am scared that I do not care that you are a psychopath to them but a saint with me
Maybe I'm not really scared at all.
Should I be?
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Endlessly Falling
PoetryI have a slight problem. It is banal. Inconsiderable. Inconsequential. Insipid, vain, and trivial. Some might even some vapid or nugatory. So frivolous. But, to me it is kind of a biggie. Here's the deal. I have a problem with falling in love... re...
