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Of being loved

Somehow the aching work to enthuse, to impress, to win over Ends in a showboating mess of half acquainted neighbors “Your friends with everybody” rings in my head as though she said “everyone thinks your funny but nobody would rely on you Confide in you Stand up for you” I somehow still believe the narrative that if I change my environment again I can start over And that things will be different That building relationships takes luck and if you mess up the first time you have to begin with a tabula rasa because you aren’t flawed or socially inept no it’s always something else Unlucky though because there have been plenty of trials And the hypothesis is incorrect. Me, the control, has not changed And every variable has been unsuccessful in making me anything more than well liked. In conclusion, I am flawed I am socially inept I am petrified at the idea of living much longer without love And I know i know i know I am loved but I am woman/human/girl/solid/liquid/gas And I ask for a love that feels like learning something new I ask for a love that lays its arm on my waist in the middle of the night I ask for a love that lets me shimmy and shout and squirm I ask for a love that mustn't need to last forever but long enough to teach me that I am capable

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Date: 2/23/2019 6:08:00 AM
Ah, Kelli, an honest, self-thinking, introspective poem. Well done indeed. Love honesty like this! Welcome to Poetry Soup, my friend. I have discovered that when you live your truth like this, the right people will find you. Do the things you love the most, and the universe will bring the right people hopping and skipping your way. They will not be able to resist your sun.
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