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I Think
I think--no
that can't be right.
It has to be wrong.
A misconstrued vision,
misinterpreted thoughts.
I am wrong.
This is not what I am feeling.
Not possible.
Simply caught in a fantasy.
But
Maybe,
maybe it's true.
I indulge the notion
of emotions that were.
Something so eerie
to ponder, to believe.
I think--maybe
it could be,
its possible.
But my brain aches at the idea
that I am so vulnerable
it doesn't feel real
like I'm drifting from myself,
too close to you.
But
Yes.
Yes this is real.
And it hurts.
God it hurts like nothing
I've ever felt,
like my insides are burning
held to a match by you.
Like an ocean is raging on my tongue,
riptides of romance
foaming at my lips.
I think--yes.
I think I love you.
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