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I like her and she likes me. Mutual attraction is beautiful can't you see? And this is a question I pose to myself. Night after Night. When i think about how can I make this right. This feeling, I've felt it before. The excitement of seeing someone new. Someone who can make me red when I feel blue. A woman who can touch me in ways that are far from sexual. That can turn me on by just flashing her dental. I mean her smile. It brightens up a room for me. And its that type of shit that makes me believe there's still a groom in me.

But then. It happens. This sudden rush of emotion. It's Stopped, dead in its tracks. It's when I relax. And I contemplate what it means to be in something again. What it means to compromise me again. Who I am, who I want to be. Can be affected by this other being. It's terrifying and I've been there before. It's the reasons my walls are so impenetrable. Or so I would have you believe. But really I'm a vulnerable emotional me. I'm a wreck sometimes but Im too proud to show it. Now I feel i should just end this as the misadventures of the black poet. I mean wouldn't you know it Im embarrassed now. I'm opening up my heart and now it's racing off the charts but I digress where was I again? Oh yeah I was thinking of concluding my story.  But that's a cop out and this story has to end right? Well I guess that's just how it goes right? Nothing good comes without a fight. I feel great but past aches just won't alleviate. Still pulsing beneath my skin, crawling at my memories. I want to start something but Im afraid of making the same mistakes over and over again. But I'll man the fuck up or be destined to walk alone on that dark road again.