My Love Is a Fickle Thing
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I don’t fully understand it,
Or even at all.
My shame and lust, an intertwined
All-consuming desire.
One moment everyone feels
Possible, like the Ideal lover,
The next no one can ever reach
What I’ve made in my mind:
Will you make me feel good;
Shall we be forever?
Will you disappoint me;
Perhaps I won’t even try.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.