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Too often I find myself,
loving someone deeply.
Only to figure out later,
that I wasn't even in-love.

My aim is just too good,
I hit so close to the mark.
That I can't tell if I hit it,
or I hit too close to call.

Some people date losers,
with no vertical virtues.
Save their good looks,
and head screwing aptitude.

I find these amazing creatures,
loving, sweet, and helpful.
Yet, I am never certain,
they were meant for me.

I am listening for the bells,
to ring in my head for her.
I am waiting for the butterflies,
to swarm in my peaceful body.

I want the electrical shocks,
jumping in my narrow wrists.
I want to feel like mother nature,
approves the match in spades.

I loved someone for seven years,
and we never lost our passion.
Don't tell me it never happens,
because I've already lived it.

Every leaf, song, ladybug, sky,
was about my lover and I.
To this day we struggle not to,
touch, sit too close, dare too much.

My lover could tell you why,
we needed a break to survive.
But in the early morning hours,
I can never quite recall reasons.

Just the images of my lover,
as my life packed and was leaving.
I died there that day, tucking,
my own heart far, far away.

Never letting it be seen,
full of scars, not too clean.
Now I live with someone I love,
but its not the same as it was.

I don't know if its supposed,
to be more mature these days.
Not the obsessive passion,
I felt in my newer heart.

When you love someone,
as a person so completely.
Its difficult to figure out,
if you hit the mark or not.