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Stop Journaling To Me

You ask for reasons, justifications, a linear explanation for where my love goes,
The answer: it’s illogical, my feelings: I haven’t the slightest ability to explain those,
You’re searching, demanding, for a pattern to the chaos, for a cessation of entropy,
I’m sorry Kim, I follow my feelings, I don’t create them and let them follow me,
And understandably you keep asking, as if this repetitive act will expose the light,
You’re too close, I try to squeeze friendship in between us but the space is too tight,
Every message a ploy to find, elicit a feeling of guilt,
You vehemently deny it, as the flower of friendship continues to wilt,
People are rubber bands, the more you pull, the more you meet resistance,
What you’re trying to accomplish, you achieve the opposite with such persistence,
I’ll say it again, and again, it does not make sense,
And therein lies its beauty, in feelings seemingly dense,
Day by day, each unnecessarily stressful minute to the next,
Fighting the tide, battling upstream against each baited text,
I try to be happy, the effort it demands drains,
In a theoretical world, with joy I must have made gains,
It’s so simplistic, how complicated needs to be ignored,
Just keep walking, regardless of what it’s toward…