I keep trying to spit out love poems like I used to. Back when all my love poems sounded like regurgitated cliche movies.

I don’t see the sunset in boys eyes anymore.

The older I get, the more complicated love gets.

Like, I’m suppose to love them but not more than myself; however I don’t know how to measure my love yet.

You’re never suppose to lose who you are but being with someone who introduces you to change is a good thing.

The rules seem ironic, i can’t wrap my head around it.

love is about more than feelings yet I always need to be validated.

I guess I’m just no good at it.

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