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About us:

Because at our first meeting, you were awful at succeeding to show interest in my being due to your "great" Tinder app.

Consistently you tried and soon were alongside me in bed as we allied and told the feelings we had grown.

Damning was our joining as our friends were quickly coining something wrong and disappointing about you, me, and our love.

"Emily," they said, "She's too old for you, instead try some younger ones! You’ve tread on the wrong ground and I'm worried."

Frankly, they have good hearts but the thought of being apart from the person I had just started to love was just sickening.

Gently we had undone our clothes as we became one and surely we were both stunned on how natural it had felt.

Having done the biggest deed, it felt natural to recede, but instead you then agreed to be my one and my only.

I was nervous to a point about my mom and her viewpoint but I dare not disappoint her with my secret about us.

Just days after we met, in our biggest moment yet, the, "I love yous," our duet sang loud and proudly.

Keeping our union quiet was caused a huge internal riot and our minds couldn't deny it, so we just told everyone.

Little did we know that Meylin was the one that we bestowed the knowledge of our love and oh my gosh, was it funny.

My mind:

No matter the hours together, my mind struggled to weather separation altogether, as the depression began to hit.

"Paige, I can't keep seeing you. You're problematic and getting to the root of your problem is becoming too much for me to bare."

Questions running through my head, like who or what I shouldn't dread, and I can hardly even tread on the thoughts inside my mind.

Roughly, I have treated you despite not quite defeating you but at times I’ve near depleted you and your patience left for me.

Simply now I’m trying for our love to survive dying and my brain is sometimes frying but you always stick around.

The end result is sickening but your love for me is thickening to make up for my harsh quickening of the use of my defense mechanisms.

Until then:

Very soon I must end this, because the alphabet doesn’t digress and the letters that I finesse are coming to a halt.

Warily I write this not knowing what will come to spite us in the future of “alrightness” that we have come to know.

Xerosis hits my eyes as I’m done with gentle cries under this cloudy March sky as I write this poem for you.

You can be disappointed, I am too, with how disjointed this poem ended but that’s what appointing me does to poetry like this.

Zoning on my fears has made me glad to have you here and I hope that through the years you won’t leave me on my own.

I’m so grateful to have you. I’m sorry I don’t show it as often as I should.