I slowly came to understand my own love
Not through some sudden epiphany
Or anything of the sorts
But a slow, creeping idea
Scurrying around the corners of my mind
Until it had the core of my thoughts by the neck
I love like I work
If I don't do it, who else will
It all makes sense now
Why I can't leave anyone when I know it's time
Because if I don't love him, who will
Because if he doesn't love me,
Who.
Will.
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Thoughts of Him(s)
PoetryI miss him(s). Here's how I feel about it. All works here are my own.
