Composed 1/15/18
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My thoughts on love have polarized, metastasized
Spreading from brain, to heart, to thighs
I cannot imagine looking into your eyes
And seeing a reflection of me inside
I’ve been on both sides
A distant, disinterested foil of pursuit
A piner who quiets without conclusion
Now I care not to even glance in your direction
Such a farfetched fantasy
I cannot even feign the words to my untold story
These butterflies
Are angst and disgust
Not lovesickness
Lovers seem like strangers
A foreigner – I will never understand
And I have failed to assimilate
Trying
Might yield something
But I’m busy
It’s embarrassing
I see others with their limited successes
Their mediocre second tries
And I cannot find
The will, the desire
To extend my arm and spread open my fingers
To reach
If fate doesn’t deliver you into my hands
I believe I will busy them
In other worthy pursuits
Scraps of Paper 
“If fate doesn’t deliver you into my hands
I believe I will busy them
In other worthy pursuits”
So… you won’t be like me. You won’t settle for second best, but I hope you discover that he’s not the best after all, and there is someone better.
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