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.
This poem is about:
Me
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