Adriana's Poetry: A collection

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Dear Diary,

What do I do?

I can't get them off my mind.

Even when I'm simply relaxing,

I somehow still think of them.

The littlest of things,

I sometimes smile like a madman.

It's driving me crazy because I can't think straight,

Heck, I'm not even sure if this is love or something simpler,

Am I making this complicated when in reality it isn't?

Or am I really falling deep?

It's confusing me,

I feel a painful pang in my heart whenever I think about it,

I just can't bring myself to believe that I might be in love again,

It's a bittersweet feeling.

"I don't want to fall in love again,"

I once swore,

Yet here I am texting them day to night till my eyes go sore,

"Love is bullshit,"

Yet here I am committing that same bullshit.