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I can’t—
Stop. 
Wait. 
Listen to yourself. 
This conversation 
I keep
in my mind
every minute,
hour,
and day. 
Love.  
I miss her
and it aches.  
Stop.  
It’s fine
I’m busy
sitting across 
from her,
it’s fake
the wrong her. 
I listen,
I don’t
not really
I love 
her.  
I stab
my fork
I want to
whisper
inched up
super close. 
Are you listening?
Of course
My eyes curse
wander
and I wonder
the girl
where is she?
Stop.  
She’s imperfect
flawed
opinionated
she’s even
put on weight. 
Still,
she’s beautiful 
curvy
I see her
repeat that
I can only see her
one way. 
I love her. 
Tortured 
I stay away
tortured
Stop.  
Words
these words
poems
you could say
free verse
I miss her
I’ll publish
knowing that
her eyes
will scan
every word.