| April 2, 2016 | 6:30 aм |
ιтѕ ѕcary тo тнιnĸ тнaт мy тнoυgнтѕ aren'т even aвoυт andrew anyмore.
ι waѕ ѕo υѕed тo ιт alwayѕ вeιng aвoυт нιм тнaт ιт caυgнт мe oғғ gυard wнen ι realιzed тнaт ιт'ѕ not about him anymore.
I don't love him anymore.
all мy тнoυgнтѕ are aвoυт you now, I love you; and тнaт ѕcareѕ мe вecaυѕe ι ĸnow you have тнe power тo вreaĸ мe.
Everything тнaт ι aм ιѕ ιn your нandѕ now,
and ιғ ѕoмeтнιng goeѕ wrong ι'м gonna вe rιgнт вacĸ тo тнe ѕтarт
and тнaт'ѕ wнaт ѕcareѕ мe тнe мoѕт.
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Poetry| ѕтarтed: aprιl 1, 2016 | Book One | Nate, Nothing can really compare to those days we shared. The way your eyes met mine and the way I fell. Slow yet quickly. It was slow as I hadn't noticed I was falling for awhile... But when I did notice everyt...
