Sometimes I miss being out of love,
being okay with hating who was hurting me,
but now I hurt, I ache, because I miss him.
And I never want to stop.
I want him here, I can't help it.
This is what happens when a rational person,
falls unequivocally in love.
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Seeking Solace
Poetry"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
