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My heart is heavy at the thought of you. What you are is something I find difficulty put into words.

You make the muscles surrounding my mouth tense up and form a shape exposing crooked teeth. (Not really a smile as much as it is a reflex.)

I feel this way and do these things at night and all through my day. To the point where all motivation to do anything is absent from my thoughts. Speaking, moving, even breathing becomes a challenging task.

I need this feeling to stop. For you to stop. You make the world unsafe for me. And you make the world unsafe for you.

The words that come out of your mouth are "I love you" But if you really loved me.

You would let me go.

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The speaker is worn down by a relationship with someone who says they love them. The poem opens with heaviness and a struggle to find words, and it gets more desperate from there. Even the speaker's reaction to this person is not a real smile, just a tense, involuntary twitch of the face that shows crooked teeth. It feels like something the body does on its own, not a sign of happiness.

The feeling follows the speaker through night and day until motivation disappears and even breathing becomes hard. Then the plain demand arrives: "I need this feeling to stop. / For you to stop." The line about the world being unsafe for both of them suggests the other person is struggling too, though the poem doesn't say how. The ending turns "I love you" into a trap. The unfinished sentence, "But if you really loved me," hangs before the quiet final line, "You would let me go." The mood is exhausted, tense, and sad, but also firm.

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