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It’s a little unsettling to me— that the stories I’ve told of fictional lovers show themselves in you.
I once compared boys to music And my favorite band. I used paradoxes and all types of synonymous Things to describe the conflict in which my brain elicits with them.
I was once so poetic about a love I never experienced.
And the funny thing is I’ve loved a lover between you and the men in my head, But I had never seen such similarities in the two.
He was someone I thought to have loved, But he sucked my soul dry.
With him, I was a liability.
You are the boy with the guitar And cassette tapes, The one that drives fast. You are something so easy to write about.
You see, I am drawn to you in the simplest of ways, In some ways I can’t seem to explain. I wonder how I can manage to manifest something like this into happening.
Hell, I don’t know if it already did. What I do know is you are something I’m terrified of.
