"Just a simple reaction Kirsten, jesus"
"I can't control the cigarettes in my mind that cloud all my emotions when we touch, or the way a match lights itself when i even steal a glance your way. i know i've said this a million times, but i love you"
"Wait, what? Come back!! Where are you going?"
"Home"
"But don't you get it? You ARE home, you've been wandering around the neighborhood for so long, you forgot your own address! You're following the wrong street, please come back, to me, you wouldn't leave me like this would you?! What the fuck is wrong with you??"
"Home is not a place, fucking asshole. It's a feeling. And I don't feel it with you anymore"
A/N might make this into a story? I dunno.
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°Clouded Minds°
Poetry°and there's nothing more that kills you slowly and painfully than your own mind° copyright: all rights reserved
