shitty poem (a.k.a. the-aftermath-and-how-i-feel-after-watching-dylan-o-brien-and-britt-robertson-making-love-as-a-high-schooler poem)

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i want to write a poem
a poem about how blue your eyes are
about how perfect your jawlines were placed
about how your breath makes my heart
skips a beat

i want to make a perfect mix for you
i want you to be the song i always sing
i want to witness your smile that could make me go crazy

i want a cliche teenage american love story

but then
im confused

with the reality
that totally
contradict the fantasy

the future that i am heading
that we all are facing

the cruel future
or at least we thought is cruel

its sad to know
we can live without love
but we cant love without live

its pretty confusing, isn't it
but,
can you shelter your love with hearts
when it rains
can you feed your soulmate with kisses
when hunger takes places

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