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Hopeless Romantic

The Bite

You see it flying, hear the buzz
Shoo it away just because
It’s victims cannot heal

Then one day, out of the blue
It sneaks up on you
Bites you right in the feels

Symptoms start to kick in
Medicine is non-existent
There’s no cure for it’s bite

Smiling uncontrollably
Losing grasp of reality
Clinging to the happiness

Habits start to form
There is comfort in his arms
The sound of his voice

Then comes the worst thing
You feel like you’re flying
And you look down

The three words come out
Your wings break and you fall down
It was a hallucination

You thought you were in love
But got bit by the bug
There is no healing

The heart begins to break
Your guard was down, it’s too late
You’re a casualty of love

– DLM 3/16/16

The Kind of Night

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It’s the kind of night when I don’t want to be alone. The kind of night when I wish we could sit on the couch watching TV, talking and laughing – enjoying a glass of new wine together.

I’d like to fall asleep in your arms. I’d like to wake up with my head on your shoulder. But you aren’t here – we haven’t met yet.

If that’s the case, search for me.

Or maybe we have met and you let me go or you aren’t holding on.

If that’s the case, fight for me – don’t let me go.

Because I need you. I’ve needed you for a long time.

I know who I am alone, and I love who I am. But this life is lonely and the successes – the tests of character and the obstacles – they’re all pointless when there’s no one there to share them with.

– The Dalema. January 26, 2016

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