If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
I wasn't always obsessed with you. There used to be a time where I didn't like you. I used to hate the way you chew, god, I loathed it. The way your eyebrows furrowed over a minor Inconvenience. Why were you so angry? Your laugh went through my ears like a song with heavy bass through broken speakers and I even thought the softness of Your hand on mine was horrendous. But then your smile got brighter, Your house felt like my home and Your touch felt electric. Your laugh became my favourite sound, Your company was comforting and Your presence, I craved it whenever You weren't here. Your voice was soothing, your Hold was the only I felt safe in. So, slowly, though seemingly all at once, I became obsessed with you. I actually think I was stupidly And a thousand percent In love with you.
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