I compare myself falling in love to
someone who is trying to claw their way
                        pit.
                    ball
                 a
             of
         out
It is something I seem to be bad at,
fall into too quickly, and cannot escape from.
It’s a race where I am coming in last
and my cleat is untied
and my shirt is untucked.
I am running just a little slower than everyone else,
unaware that love is
boundless
and feelings are under
no
time
constraint.
No one is chasing me.
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