I love you, you know
I expect you to know this
From my actions
Because I will never say it
Love freaks me out
I have had my heart stomped on
A couple of times
Which is one time too many
Enough to crush that delicate organ
Almost to a burning messy pulp
All black smoke and carbon bits
I survived and I realized
That real love is a gift so delicate
If it comes willingly I welcome it
But if I have to go on a hunt
for True Love
It's ok, I rather be me
Single and free
Soaring in the wind
-Anne The Obscure
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