Do Better Blues
the boy i once loved carried me high with his dark brown eyes. his honeyed laughter relaxed me in the coldest way, but the idea of his warm kisses inspired me. he breathed me into his lungs, and i've ended up being trapped in his chest ever since. i winded up losing myself; constantly asking for directions, in search of his heart. he was blinded by the impact of society's interpretation of whats right and what isn't when two unavailable people crave one another. balling his feelings, along with mine, up and away and into the vacant back pocket of his pants. only we know the reality of it. the only difference is that i have grown to accept what has taken place these past few days. and i don't care. i am undone by him but not quiet done with him and i am at peace with the way it hurts.
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