Just Another "Love" Poem

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I don't know how this whole "love" thing works

Are there rules? A controller?Maybe buttons to press?

Maybe if I dress right, smile pretty...

You'll notice me..me.

I can't pretend to be something im not

I can't be the exact girl you want

I don't drink protein shakes and do squats

I'm not a very good artist, in fact I hate to draw

I can't play basketball, I can barely make a free throw shot

But when I see you I get this urge to be perfect

But what is perfect? Perfection is imagination.

Perfection doesn't exist but yet we seek to achieve it

We make ourselves perfectionists

Though we see no success in it

And its quite pointless

This whole "love" thing sucks

I mean how is one to know who's just looking for a slut

and who's looking for something real?

I look at you and hope that you're not like the other guys

And you don't just think women are to sexualize

And my body is not the only thing you fantasize

That when you look at me, you don't see "blow job eyes".....

But a girl is not only moans and sighs

She's not just a personal fuck toy

Don't destroy a person to meet needs

But I know you aren't like that. You can't be

I hope that we fit together with perfect anatomy

Hand in hand, eye to eye, lip to lip

Fingertip to fingertip.

But first you have to notice me..
Not just my body








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