Love. The person.
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I wrote this poem when I thought I knew what love was.

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Love. The person.

Love comes knocking at my door at 4 am.

Love tells me that it misses us.

Love caresses my fragile bones, holds me tightly, and prays that I stay whole long enough for Love to say, “ We can do this real quick..”

Love doesn’t see us working out.

Love doesn’t want to be held back.

Love, will come knocking at my door at 4 am.

Love, you are not aloud between these sheets. To be within this threshold, so please don’t try to read over me. Don’t try to make a fingerprint trail on my skin.

Or pull me close to you where the smell of the memories are so clear.

Love, please don’t try. I’m being serious, I mean it this time.

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