Saturday, December 5, 2020

I'm not interested in love. Not the way you say it. You make it look so heavy. I only saw love clearly once, and in a moment it was gone. If I always try to hold you then how will you ever grow? How can I see who you are when there is someone I need you to be? Beyond the fear of loneliness and the prison of expectations its a joy to be alive.

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