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Poetry

Unrequited

I could bring you flowers or the perfect bottle of wine,
I could open my home and kitchen to you on my own dime,
I could buy you fancy purses or thoughtful trinkets,
I could listen to you rage and cry,
I could remember your birthday, your interviews, and all the other important moments in your life—
can’t you see? I already have—
And I’d still never be enough for you.

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by annalizabethgreen

Mid-20s.
Joplin, MO.
Seminary student.
Starbucks barista.
Idealist.
Trying to live an authentic and beautiful life.

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