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Here I'll post my poetry. Feel free to give any feedback.

Wanting and Loving,
are not the same thing.
When you want you
Can easily unwant.
When you love
It's so much harder to stop.

You see when it comes to wanting,
The thing that your wanting becomes unwanted,
As if they were just a toy you got tired of playing with.
And with that comes the unwanted feeling of loneliness that
Drives the mind mad.
Well, madder than it already is.

And you see when it comes to loving,
It's nearly impossible to stop and
Sometimes even when you wish you could you cannot
Because loving someone is hard.
Both stopping and starting
But if you really loved someone you
Wouldn't mind it.

It comes quickly,
Like poison spreading through skin
Unable to breathe,
Panic starts to consume the mind

"I'm fine."
Gets repeated so many times
"I'm fine."
Gets told as a lie.

Hands are shaking,
Looking down at them.
I'm fine, I'm fine
Repeat it until ya believe it

Hold on, don't cry now
Hold on, act like your fine now
It was as if a gun just suddenly fired from behind
The bullets hit, not bullet proof

I'm fine, I'm fine
Words are rushing out
Not making any sense
As if this was the last breath.

Love.
Yes, I love you
And I tell you it everyday
Because it's so so true
You smile at me, you say "Thank you"
But never once did you say "I love you too"

Time passed
And my patience turned into longing
I wanted so badly to hear you say the words
I began to fear that my "I love you's" weren't enough
Like some overplayed song that got too old

More time passed
And my longing turned to anger
I tried so hard to be patient,
Tried so hard to be kind,
But I got tired of waiting,
What felt like an endless wait

I was tired of not feeling good enough
I was tired of trying so hard
I was tired of caring, of loving
And feeling like the only one who does

I confronted you.
I yelled. You said nothing.
I screamed, "SAY SOMETHING!"
We fought.

"I'm sorry. Thank you."
Was the last words I heard you say
And what felt like an endless wait
Turned quickly into a forever goodbye.

Love is the connection you have with someone.
Not just any connection, but the deep connection you share.
Whether it's with family, a friend, or a lover.

Love is the question of what if, what next,
The endless fear if you're good enough.
The constant thoughts that keep you up at night.

Love is a struggle, a problem.
It's complicated and it's hard to handle.
It's full of risks and dangers, making you be vulnerable.

Love is a story.
A story that isn't easy to write down or speak.
A story that gets told by the value of affection.

Love is painful.
Love is beautiful.
And love is another lesson, that everyone at one point learns.

You're making pictures of our future,
of the type of people we'll be.
I'm crafting poetry out of nature,
out of every broken thing I see.

You know just how to gather words,
how to gather every feeling off me.
I know how to adjust to the chords;
perfect things aren't always meant to be.

You're dreaming so wide,
believing in me and everything we could be.
I feel like a dizzy ride,
broken yet still wanting to flee.

You know that my heart beats,
that my mind over thinks.
I know your mind's imagination loves treats,
but I'm just a trick over the brinks.

You're going to break my heart,
shatter it into a million pieces.
I'll still love you for that poisonous dart;
you deserve only the best sacrifices.