Who is using whom anymore
It’s hard to tell
Letting legs rest together
To remember
When Love was a feeling
When it seemed real
Not made up
Or fantasized
Impractical
In our busy busy lives
Being old was an honor
Having loved one person
A mother and father
Now we split ourselves into categories
Hold civility in obligatory meetings
Pretend like it’s courting
Comparing and judging
Waiting to see who is next in line
I like it when you catch me off guard
When you impress my mind
When you remind me of an excitement
I thought I could find
When I was young
Still naive
I like the way you look at me
Maybe that’s enough
To put in my locket
To pretend
I don’t know what Love is anymore
But I’m fond of my fingers being laced in your hair
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