You don't love her.
You just love the feeling
of having someone who
is willing to be hit
if your aim dodge
cupid's arrow.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
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You don't love her.
You just love the feeling
of having someone who
is willing to be hit
if your aim dodge
cupid's arrow.
