arrhythmic love.
He
was always always looking at her.
always guessing her expectations
never realizing
that to meet them
would require him to
be someone he
could never be.
She
afraid this was true never met his
weighted gaze. understanding that to
expect anything
meant an empty
aching that would prevent
her from being
someone she could.
Love
their love, limited one another.
it protected them from the truth
that they were mismatched
pieces of a
puzzle desperately
wanting to fit
even if it
Meant
never quite being whole.
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