My love life never used to be this complicated,
In that it never used to exist at all.
Infatuation, desire, lust – yes,
In buckets.
But love… no.
Just a shadowy imprint of possibility,
A homoeopathic brew.
I’ve saved up all my complications and turmoil,
Yet they are his – not mine.
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