truth
what? her voice is a whisper
fluttering over my skin
as light as a feather
i immediately clench my eyes shut
suck in a deep breath
i am an idiot, an idiot, an idiot
i shouldn't have said that
shouldn't have opened my big mouth
she thinks i'm weird now
thinks i'm gross for having feelings for her
i'm sorry, i say, my eyes still closed
i don't know what she's thinking
i can't see her expression
i expect her to run away
expect her to curse me out
maybe even punch me
but what she does is the complete opposite
she kisses me.
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starlight ✷ ronance
Hayran Kurguronance. in which robin buckley writes poems about nancy wheeler.
