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I fucking love you okay?
Do you even know what that’s like
Loving you?
Every moment I have with you
Carries some fucking weight. 
A part of me trusts
It can see how we fit
How it can happen 
The rest of me despairs
Knowing I’ve met myself
The self that fits the self i am
And I can’t 
May not ever
I can just sit
Maybe one day.