fresh (3/3/20)

i seem to fall in and out of love at a slightly disturbing speed.


my lovers are like puzzle pieces.


i'm always trying to find my perfect fit --


many times wedging myself into a space that never wanted me,


convincing myself that i belong there.


i don't quite know exactly how i fit with you yet,


but i'm damn excited to see the masterpiece we could make.

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