Tag Archives: Love

Not in Love

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I think that there’s a chance

And even admitting that makes me queasy

I mean, me: eternal pessimist

Keeper of the temple of broken dreams

And hearts to boot. It’s impossible

The math must be wrong, the calculations

Faulty. The results are mistaken.

I am not. I cannot. There’s no way at all.

I refuse to believe I’m in love.

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Delicious

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Bring your fork up to your mouth.

Eat slowly, savoring each bite.

I’ll sit here smiling, adoringly,

Trying with all my might not to cry

The pain fills my chest. I’ll do my best

To hide it as you refill your fork

Back to your mouth, another

Mouthful. You must love the dish

It’s only the best for you, darling.

This recipe is all mine, one of a kind

I worked hard, hoping you’d find

It delicious. I was right. You

Look at me, and ask, oh so casually,

What it is that you’re devouring.

The answer might surprise you dear.

It’s my heart.