Your messages give me butterflies and I can't explain why. Maybe it's because you are so quick to reply. You always react and respond to what I send. Does that mean maybe you could be more than just a friend? Maybe I'm bugging, and it's all an illusion. Maybe just a sliver of hope that you'd give into the delusion. The delusion of possibly being the Bonnie to my Clyde. Maybe who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy the ride. Or at least that's the hope, maybe I'm crazy and obsessed with the stereotypical movie trope. Typical me, head in the clouds. I know we'd get stared at if we mingle amongst the crowds. But maybe that doesn't matter, who am I to know? I guess we'll see if your feelings show.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.