Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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Dear Diary,

I fell in love

Again.

Is it simply attraction?

Perhaps admiration?

Or even infatuation?

The attention?

The idea?

Am I too lonely that I mistook platonic love for romantic love?

I'd try my best not to be so clingy,

But every time they hit me up,

My heart flutters so much like the butterflies in my stomach,

And I start clinging onto them.

All I could think about is them,

They effortlessly take my breath away,

And whenever I talk to them,

I just don't know what to say.