Maybe
Maybe it’s not love
Maybe this is fear
And all those years I thought
that I was right to stay
Perhaps the butterflies
are just tension in my gut
A warning that I should
stay clear from your weak heart
Maybe it’s not love
Maybe this is fear
Fear of losing what
was never ever real
Maybe it’s not love, but
an addiction to pain
The pain to want someone
who never felt the same.
2024 March, NYC
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