It rained today. Despite that, I still walked home. Just to see him.
He walked to. He was offered a ride twice, but still chose to stay with me.
We were both drenched.
Jumping in puddles, splashing each other.
Light hearted jokes, gentle pushes.
The feel of his eyes burning into my skin. So firey, the rain couldn't put it out.
The feel of his skin on mine, a feeling I oh so missed. A feeling I didn't think i'd miss.
I blushed at his texts all day. Texts I haven't gotten in a while.
Why does he feel so safe to me?
Why do I feel all these things and not want him back?
Can he have this much power over me and have such little knowledge of it all? Is that even allowed?
It doesn't feel fair. To be torn in half like this. To be so divided. To hate and love it at the same time. To need to have him and to not want him at all.
He gets me. He knows what i want, sometimes before I even know it.
He laughs at my jokes. They aren't funny. They're a little insulting. But he laughs.
Why am I so conflicted because of him?
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Words My Mouth Cant Say But My Fingers Can Type
PoetryA series of chapters of poem styled writing. Inner thoughts and feelings that are better in my head or in text then spoken aloud to the people they're about. - - Hiiii, I'm 4droopy but you can just call me droopy if you want. This isn't essential i...
