A Side Note: A Random Poem 04

At a loss

I feel, I need to stop.

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This is just my perception.
I am a hopeless romantic.
I love to love and I won't stop finding new ways to love.
This makes me feel incompatible with you.

You've loved enough before.
You've shown me kindness.
You've seen love and known love.
You've perceived love. Experienced love.

I feel like my love is too demanding.
Too expecting.
Too remembering.
Too much for me.

This is the part where I yield.
Yield on my pursuit of love.
Yield to your pursuit of love.
I am but something that needs to be tended to.
I am but a lover.
I am just something, close to friendship, but not.
I could only perceive.
I can only not know your truth.
I can only not know your view.

I am pulling strings that are not there.
I am making problems where there is non.
I am but myself.

I am not enough to be.