Surely I’ve lost my fucking mind I’m incapable of deciphering lust from love They tend to look the same when nobody shows you otherwise Unable to commit to more than 10pm sex and forehead kisses Although we act like a relationship, he swears this isn't Though I could have sworn he said he loved me I guess I was hearing things One night we hooked up and I swore I wouldn't catch feelings Now i’m pretending like it doesn't hurt every time he reminds me i’m not his Somewhere there’s a girl he’s waiting for, while he tucks me into his back pocket yet, Here I am, because something is better than nothing I would rather hurt beside him then without him Please give me the strength to walk away
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Yana Orlando is an emerging writer and poet born and raised in Mt.Clemens, Michigan, but is currently based in the greater Los Angeles area. Her work speaks of love, growth, and her slightly unhinged life experiences. She was a semifinalist in Poetry Nations national poetry contest for 2024 and in the San Diego slam. She combines her love for both poetry and film by creating adaptations of her work. This includes her most recent project ‘Taste of You.’ She has featured at events such as Sippin Poetry, Ready Set Saturdays, Expression Mondays, and July Jamboree. She is living and loving through life and writing all down as she goes.