as i lie awake
underneath july stars
awaiting august
i am stuck between
loving three different people:
him, you, and myself.
and i cannot even begin
to know who it really is
that i love most.
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ephemeral
Poetryi am so sure about you and i've never questioned that you're my one
lover(s)
as i lie awake
underneath july stars
awaiting august
i am stuck between
loving three different people:
him, you, and myself.
and i cannot even begin
to know who it really is
that i love most.