Do you know that when you say the word
"friend"
my heart drops down the the lowest part
of my body.
The butterflies in my stomach grow sour,
they fall in defeat as nausea creeps in.
Collapsing at work,
asking if I need a sip of water,
when all I needed
was for you to look in my direction,
in a more-than "friend" way.
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I Set Myself on Fire Over the Stupidest Things
Historia CortaThis is a piece I am working on. A poetic story of deeper emotional levels in life. This story isn't about a particular persons or events, it is currently just a representation of emotional struggles. They may seem out of order currently because it...
