Anxious-Avoidant
I love you.
It is as simple as that,
though people tend to make it complicated,
And I am not afraid that you don't feel the same,
because everything feels right when I talk to you,
It is where I am supposed to be,
a clear message from the universe,
I don't feel lost,
I don't feel lonely,
I couldn't ask for anything more,
because I don't need or want anything more,
But you darling.
This is the way life is supposed to be lived,
And I need not search anymore,
no more roaming,
flitting from one thing to the next,
I've found what I didn't even know I was looking for,
And everything suddenly makes sense,
And life is not macabre,
Like everyone makes it look,
It's perfect,
I'm happy,
And I am in love,
I forgot I left the oven on,
It's so much better than forgetting to turn it on,
This is the reason for religion,
This is the purpose and founding of everything,
Damn it feels good,
I'm fucked for life,
Everything pulls me toward you.
So why do you hurt me,
When all I want to do is love you,
why do you ignore me,
when all I want to do is talk to you,
Why do you stay away from me,
when all I want is to be close to you,
Don't you know we are meant to be,
And nothing else matters?
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