Oversaturated

I tried to find my way

I asked oracles and the ocean and morning walks and coffee chats

I roamed the streets of paradise looking for the sign with the name of my true love

Making guesses each night like the story of rumplestilskin

Dancing with strangers and friends

Believing I was free

But no one I met was as they seemed

And no one would tell me their real name

And all the while,

The symbols of you haunted me

And each day that passes

I become oversaturated in obsession

Scholars of love

I thank this devastating life

For teaching me what love is and is not

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