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I AM JUST TRYING TO BE IN LOVE (series)


I AM JUST TRYING TO BE IN LOVE BUT I CAN’T STAY IN ONE PLACE somebody gave me wings so I could fly away from every place I ever wanted to stay they told me that having it all isn’t worth it I haven’t decided if I believe them but I sure as hell want more than I got I AM JUST TRYING TO BE IN LOVE AND THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING WRONG WITH ME do you like polka dots do you like things that smell nice do you like folk music do you like women do you like dessert do you like the color red do you like sleeping do you like going places do you like laundry do you like free things do you like you I AM JUST TRYING TO BE IN LOVE BUT NO ONE SEEMS TO LIKE ME THAT MUCH I say shhhhhhhhhhh I say shhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttt forced silence and physical pain are the same thing what is the difference between being alone and being in love one hurts a lot and the other hurts a lot too I AM JUST TRYING TO BE IN LOVE BUT I DON’T THINK ANYONE GETS THIS do you know what it is like to have a song stuck in your head for four thousand years neither do I but this song sounds like the way your chest rises and falls and the way your face feels when you’re happy and haven’t shaved for a couple days do you know how I know this because I don’t I AM JUST TYRING TO BE IN LOVE BUT I KEEP WRITING THESE POEMS I will only stop if you say you love me and you mean it or I could stop if you just sleep with me or maybe even if you just kiss me I am getting really tired of writing poems but the love thing is imminent and I don’t think it will subside unless you nod at me in acknowledgement I will take this to mean you are deeply in love and we are soul mates and I can stop writing these poems because no one else in the world will ever love me as much as you do and it is all pointless I AM JUST TRYING TO BE IN LOVE BUT MAYBE I AM NOT who can tell me how much it costs to buy a dozen roses and what color is best is it possible that I could buy these roses myself or is the whole love thing that someone else has to buy them since when did we begin to string together consumerism and amorous sentiments I am stringing together two things in the hope that someone will understand me and fall in love with me and buy me roses using my own money that is what people in love do they steal from each other
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