Being in Love
with someone who is not in love with
you, you understand my predicament.
Being in love with you, who are not
in love with me, you understand my dilemma.
Being in love with your being in love
with me, which you are not, you understand
the difficulty. Being in love with your
being, you can well imagine how hard it is.
Being in love with your being you,
no matter you are not your being being in
love with me, you can appreciate and pity
being in love with you. Being in love
with someone who is not in love, you know
all about being in love when being in love
is being in love with someone who is not
in love being with you, which is
being in love, which you know only too well,
Love, being in love with being in love.
Marvin Bell
Sorry for the sudden, random inexplicable poetry blogging (well, not inexplicable to me). But it was necessary. This is me telling my heart/subconcious/id, There. Enough. This is the closest you'll ever get. Now for christ's sake, get a better sense of timing!
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Hey...how are you? I got the postcard from Paris! Hurrah! THANK YOU SO MUCH! MWAH!
Did you get the last email I sent? You need to send me your address so I can send a postcard too!
And don't ever apologise for random poetry blogs!
-nicotinefreegirl
*sighs*
I'm not sure there's ever fucking good timing.
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