i was sitting a few centimeters in front of you. tipsy. you're sitting in front of me, tipsy, looking back at my half-closed eyes. and even in my drunk state, i could see several emotions reflecting in your eyes. questioning, curious, playful, serious.
when i laughed, you smiled, probably because you're amused at me.
"why can't it be me?" i asked, laughing.
you chuckled.
"we've talked about this, didn't we?"
and as i laughed, you laughed with me. but it's different from yours. mine was different.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
