Some poetic particles….
Will you be able to love me as I love you?
Will I be able to love you as much as I want to?
If these questions can be answered, the relationship is over analyzed
Life is a meal
At this point, I don’t like what I’m eating
Did my order get mixed up with someone else’s
I’d like to see a menu
I’m bewildered and I don’t know where I am
I’m embarrassed, as if I must make excuses
Just for when there are no rave reviews