In honor of Valentine’s Day, here’s a poem about love.

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i’m a hopeless romantic

which will be great for someone

if i can ever find a partner.

but the problem,

with being so hopelessly lovesick,

is that i can never tell

what my emotions truly mean.

do i think he is cute,

or am i just drawn to the heteronormal?

do i want to kiss her,

or do i just want to be her friend?

am i in love with them,

or do i just love the idea of them?

i wish there was a book,

or an app or a piece of tech

that could just tell me how i’m feeling.

so i wouldn’t have to go everyday…

wondering…

waiting…

and refraining…