Welcome to The Teenage Years

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A/N: more love poems bc why not? dedicating this to a good friend who has had some trouble with love.
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skin·ny love

/'skinē / /ləv/

when two people love each other but are too shy to admit it but they still show it

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if i ever push you away, i don't really mean to. when i tell you i don't want to talk about it i do, i'm just looking for the right words. give me a minute and if i can tell you; i will.

i try to be a struggling mix of real and perfect at the same time. at the moment, i am working on the ratio.

when i get really quiet sometimes it is because i have too much to say; i have thought of too many things to tell you all at once and i don't know what to say first.

i get immaturely jealous of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis. i miss you really easily but i also like that we can be apart and we are both okay. space is good too.

i love the way we love some of the same things and i love how we love entirely different things.

my head is a complicated pile of thoughts, and fears, and cravings, and dreams, and this tangled up nostalgia for the past and, somehow, the future.

i am flawed and i am human and i am a broken and i am trying, and I'm one person and i am two hands and I am one heart.

and I love you and I'm so glad you are here.

-anonymous

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i want you to know

that i still love and think of you every day.

i have accepted the fact that i am noy equally in your heart, but i promise to stand by you for as long as you need me to be, girlfriend or friend or gone with the wind.

as long as you keep that beautiful smile on your face that warmes me within.

(bgt)