Love turns into an obstacle when it takes over my whole being. Every thought and action depend on it. It becomes another life source needing to be fed.
Would you look for me if I was lost?
If we had never met would you still long to know me?
Are you my muse or my obsession?
I spell your name in my sleep and rely on your messages like streets lights guiding me on my walks home at night.
How can I already know you when I haven't met you yet?
Love to me is a fantasy.
A wish waiting to be granted.
A day on a calendar I might not own.
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PoetryNobody prepares you for the confusing struggle of parting ways with who you once were. If you're stubborn like me you'll try and fight it only to realize that you can't hold on to the broken girl that you once were if want to become a strong woman...
