it keeps telling me to type, but how the fuck can I do that when you're sitting so close to me, that it is clouding my thoughts and writing process
today I start something new, something that I didn't chose. all I know is that I will see you again. and I really don't want to, because you're attractive and I've been clean of you for so long now. don't come near me.
I just thought of a plan, a survival plan. if you do even look at me, i'll most likely look at my feet and try not to blush or get teary-eyed. I will though. and then, I will look at my friends and start talking and try not to look like I care about you, but in reality even hearing someone say your name gives me butterflies.
is my plan for forgetting you good? because even if it is, nothing is that effective for forgetting you. not even hardcore drugs. I have tried. maybe I can't forget you.
YOU ARE READING
Embodiments
Poetrytempting to touch the places she hates the most™ A 13-part poem book for all the littler things that leaves you with that tingly feeling.
