While on my way to see my summer fling, I read an article about how compatibility is more important than chemistry when developing romantic relationships. The entire time I was with said partner, I was analyzing if we were more chemistry or compatibility oriented. You can take a guess based on the title.
Infatuation is so overwhelming and overpowering that I mistake it for love Like those cute little butterflies, I get every time you touch my skin They flutter across my body as your stare grows more intense, Before settling into a pit in my chest, becoming heavier with every breath Its weight gives way dropping to my stomach Every time I begin to doubt your intentions. Thoughts flow through my head at a mile a minute Telling me to slow down while my heart rate accelerates I find myself full of doubt and stress Because our situationship is a mess Your back-and-forth words and misaligned actions Lead me to think you only care about me when I get undressed You never did see me for who I was nor the person I could be The only thing you ever cared about Was chemistry over compatibility.
This one was from a place of overthinking and confusion. Honestly, if I would’ve just been in the moment and enjoying myself, this piece wouldn’t exist.
Writing from a place of pain is so much easier for me than a place of happiness. So much so that I almost became addicted to what my pain felt like. I kept putting myself in the position to experience horrible things so I could produce pretty and powerful poems.
Poems that mostly collected space in my notes app. And if they were outstandingly good for my skill level and vocabulary at the time, I most likely saved them for this very platform.
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