Potentially Perfect

*This poem is the first of a pair. It's partner is called "Potentially Perfect Poison.

 

I don't wanna feel this way again, 

yet my heart aches all the same.

Building, building is the catatonic pain,

with every little mention of your name.

 

Maybe it won't be like before?

Maybe you'll be the one.

I don't know much about you and yours,

But maybe I will before this is done.

This poem is about: 
Me

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