i think it’s strangely
tiring to be
loved,
it leaves you
worn and tattered
like a beloved book
marked teen lit-
erature.
love is the
human
equivalent of
dog-eared pages—
whole passages
high lighted,
notes scribbled in
the margins.
it’s exhausting and
exhilarating—
always in
the
present tense.
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