(These are two poems I wrote that kinda fit the prompt, one from about 6 months and one a few days ago.)

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The thing about loving

So… what’s it like to be in love? As someone who is deeply in love with someone else I’m terrified of the answer.

Everyone who I could ask Well tell me she’s Straight.

When I ask her She tell me she doesn’t want a Relationship.

She’d hate me if she knew, I’ve tried to move on but E v e r y t i m e s h e t o u c h e s m e M y h e a r t b e a t s s o f a s t A n d i d o n t k n o w w h a t T o d o e x c e p t p r e t e n d T h a t

I don’t like her like that. And so, Maybe I don’t.

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Something about loving…

Being in love is like coffee

It helps you get up in the morning

But can give you anxiety if you have too much.

It’s normalized, told it’s good for you

But can lead to an addiction.

Or maybe being in love is like coral

It helps others thrive

But not many are quite sure what it is.

Loving you was like one of those popcorn ceilings

No one really wants it there

But as time goes on you don’t mind as much.

Or maybe loving you was like a pencil

No matter how much I tried to sharpen my resolve

It just dulls over time.

It can create beautiful things

But is easily erased.

You weren’t good for me

I wasn’t good for you

Maybe I won’t know if you ever felt the same

But I think being friends

Is pretty cool after all.