No. I will not be in love.
No, No. I will not quiver when I hear his name.
No No No. His voice, so perfect-
NO NO NO.
His voice, just like any other, will not send a shiver down my spine.
Because I am not in love and this is not a poem about it.
No. When we bump into each other, I will not use my hair as a fortress from his stare.
No, No. I will not carve his name next to mine.
No No No. My fantasies, his hand in mine-
NO NO NO.
My fantasies, his course rough hands millions of miles apart from mine.
Because I donโt live in love stories and I donโt fall in love.
No. I will not stare.
No, No. I will not be scared.
No No No. I can keep up the act-
NO NO NO.
I canโt keep up the act, no longer can I resist.
Because this is not not a love poem, a poem about love.
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