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Love is an abstract painting: 

Colors convey a feeling but not an idea 

the frame barely holds it together and the lines 

trail outward, repeat, and redouble 

I got requested for creative writing club

So I decided to try it 

We get food and get to write 

Whatever we feel like 

I wasn't sure about going at first 

But now I'm not sure why I wasn't sure

Spring is a blossom crushed 

Unbeknownst to you, in your clammy palm. 

It’s a season made of glass, 

Fragile, disintegrating 

Like the April showers filling 

Cracks in the pavement. 

I am just like her—

Trapped in a sea of white. 

My mind is just as frayed—

My heart just as sliced. 

By the glittering blades

That contrived all her words.

The letters of her thoughts,

Our ending is bittersweet

Our past set in stone but our futures untold

A doctor, architect or athlete

We have yet to know what our older life will hold

why can't i be normal?

please, can i be normal?

can i love you without consequence?

you're perfect.

i'm broken.

i'm bound to break you, too.