i never really knew if i had actually been in love
how do we know?
is it the truth so honest it almost kills you to say it?
is it looking into their eyes and knowing
theirs are the ones you want to get lost in
for endless, numbered days?
if so i have been in love many times,
and yet, not ever
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The Beginning and the Inevitable End
PoetryEverything life is. Messy, unorganized. Never knowing how it happens or where you will end up.
