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A poem I wish i could write better.

He is wonderful you know? The way he smiles and laughs at everything I say

I’m in love with every movement he makes but I’m scared to up the stakes.

I am no longer a kid and I have baggage of my own

 I hope I don’t chase him away and once again be all alone.

I am broken, fragile, and thin I have scars that paint a map on my skin.

I\'ve heard his reputation but people like to talk.

Maybe he is what I\'ve been looking for all along.