Lover
I used to think,
a lover was someone I could write down.
As if,
every characteristic of appearance and quality
could be manifested down on a piece of paper.
That I could magically create
the perfect ideal
instead of falling for
a personās imperfect real.
Expectation closes the mind.
like shoving a square in a round hole
and only seeing the perfect circle rather than
the entire space of someone as a whole.
Seeing them for who they are
and not just what you want them to be for yourself.
For another to play the role in your unquie fantasy
or dismiss someone for not checking all of your boxes
as if a human could fit within a check-off list.
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