breakup
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I made you too uncomfortable. To many questions beyond your comprehension “How can I support you?” “What do you need in a relationship?” “What does honesty mean to you?” My third eye inquisitive and recognizing frightened you with its accuracy You never knew if you could measure up to the man I saw in you
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I knew I would miss you before I said goodbye. I knew I would spend the night crying and listening to her sing “I won’t pretend.” I knew all I wanted was your voice in my ear while my arms held you and to kiss you good morning. I knew I would wonder if you
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I used to be a poet Until I fell in love I used to be a poet And dream about putting you into haikus Singing sonnets about your smiles Iambic pentameter about your interactive love and rhymes I used to be a poet And use the colors of the rainbow to describe you Your skin
Wandering & Wondering 