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the best kind of poetry

what if i told you i loved you

then what if i told you i was lying?

or what if i told you

i didn’t love you

and wasn’t lying

but was?

what if i told you

i wanted to love you

but couldn’t

because i was jealous

and bitter

and that’s not what love’s

all about?

what if i told you

i didn’t want to love you

because i knew you didn’t

love me and i didn’t

love you either?

what if i went all augustine

and said

i was in love with being in love?

what if i loved you

and you loved me

and we both knew it

what would we do then?

well, i don’t know what

don’t call me a poet

i’m not in love with you

and i know it

(but do my feet show it?)

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