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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