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So, what do you do if you’re in love?
Do you cry about love?
Do you beg on bended knee?
Do you scream on a crowded bus?
Do you pour yourself,
And him,
Into pursuit too much, too strong, too often?

Is that what you want?
Is it lust that you want?
Or do you just think he is the goal?
I can do, or be anything for him,
Except perfect or matching or any more.
I am not sure I want to be any less.

It is a long and splendid journey,
Or so I am told.
Is it worth it?
Will I like it?
What if I cannot let go?
Cannot release, renew, behold?
I want to be held.

I think too much,
Do too much,
Laugh too much,
Quit too much, for me, to love me.
Maybe that is what it is.
Maybe that is what I need to see.
Maybe he needs to see me,