I wrote this poem in April of 2024.
there’s a song I listen to when I know I’m truly fucked
when I know I have feelings for someone
when I get that sinking wave of romance in my gut
that makes me want to vomit and swim
in an ocean of anxiety
and like the sentimental poet that I am
I won’t tell you what that song is
but I’ll give you a hint
it’s the cover of a 70’s love song
by Will to the Power
Life on the BPD 
Baby I love your way be Peter Frampton?
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Not in Love
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Even better….I shamefully remember listening to that song in 77 or 78? or maybe earlier while daydreaming about a girl.
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And now that I’m listening to the song, I’m tempted to email a crush. And she’s been ghosting me for close to a month again.
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