Impulse 53
I didn’t pick you to be
my muse, the same way
you don’t decide
to fall in love. Love isn’t
“alright, I’m ready to
give everything I got
for you.” Love is “no
matter how hard I try,
I can’t get your damn
face out of my head,
and I really want to
see you right now.”
So, don’t tell me to
get over it, because
this isn’t some mountain
you can walk all over.
This is climbing up
falling stairs.
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