It was everything and nothing.
repulsively perfect
and
beautifully hideous
and
agonizingly amazing
Everything I wanted and each thing I abhorred.
It was
needing and freeing
imagining and being
trying and giving up
trying and giving up
trying...
Genuine make-believe.
True fiction.
The sweetest, most succulent poison.
Love -
felt, but never chosen.
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Love Poems from a Love Virgin
PoetryIt takes one person to love, and two to be in love - something I know all too well. Here's love from the perspective of the girl who has never really been in love - a collection of poems that will make you laugh, cry, and think about what being in...
