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They ask me questions.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
An actor.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
A singer.

'What do you want to be
when you grow up?'
Someone who helps others.

They kept asking.
They kept wondering.
They wanted an answer
I want to be
whatever you
want me to be
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
I want to be
someone who owns
a coffee shop.

No questions asked,
they finally
accepted my answer.

I didn't really want to
but there was something poetic
about owning a coffee shop.

They continued
asking me questions.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
I don't know.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
I don't know.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
To get good grades.

'What is your
new years resolution?'
To be happy.

They accepted it
because it was what
every one else said.

But all I wanted
for my new years
resolution was
to be lost,
to find myself.
Lately I've been feeling a vague sense of unease and an unshakable feeling that love was never meant for someone like me
Love is some obsession I have
I crave to be admired and wanted but once I get someone who does this they never seem to be right
Love is a sea we swim in but always climb out when the water splashes in our face and our fingers prune
Love is careful with whom Love lets others hold them
Like a newborn child, someone who is not ready to be so gentle simply cannot handle the responsibility
As I sit in this cage with my feet dangling in the pool
I miss how the water felt
But now I can only barely skim it with my toes
Do not forget how the body needs to feel something
Do not take that feeling for granted
Like I did
and still you believe in love
after all the atrocities
My melancholy temperament left the stench of death
upon my lovers hands and all the places that we went
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