there are times, where you
see red flags in places
where there are none
there are times when you
wonder what they saw in you
when you weren't there one-on-one
there are times, where you
question if you are
actually, truly alone
there are times, where you
ask yourself if
you're doing this just for fun
there are times when it hits you
that maybe, just maybe
you might not be the one
for them, or for anyone
there are times when
the whole ordeal makes you question
if they'd ever get tired of you?
when will they be done?
will there be a time where you cease to exist
according to them, even as sweet memory?
there are times when you and I,
mistake kinsmanship for
the passion for the soul of one
there are times where you and me
consider that we as ourselves
are enough for someone
there are times when we
ask ourselves, if
if we'd ever be okay when they're gone?
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All For Love - A collection of Poems
Poetry"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." -William Shakespeare
