I wake to two text messages,
O, all of them from you!
My new room's almost arranged.
This desk fits snugly under
the bed. I wonder if we'll both fit
in a loft so close to the ceiling.
Look, I've created
a new place to be lonely.
There's danger in not averting
these actual feelings
developing for you.
Why now? Why you? Why me?
And are they coordinated
with what is going on over there
inside your heart?
I fear I'm overshooting the mark...
Tomorrow pleasing French girls
will come along. I try to dispense
my heart equally on everyone
but sometimes it seems like
only one person is worth it...
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