I allowed myself the guilty pleasure of remembering you today. You're a sight for sore eyes, I must say. The coincidental run-in at the bus stop made a small part of my heart flutter. You took the seat beside me, engaging in small talk. We pretended the past few months never happened. I let you steal glances of me. I missed the way you'd gaze at me.. Your arm brushed against mine and the heat tingled my senses. I took a shallow breath instead of the deep one I intended to. Staring out the window, I willed myself to not give in. It was too late for you to come prancing back into my life. I felt your fingers lacing mine and I couldn't help but jolt up in my seat. I closed my eyes merely for a second, soaking in the touch of your rugged hands. And I pulled away. You're nothing more than a guilty pleasure I must forbid myself from having.
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Encrypted Anthology #wattys2016
PoetryI dabble with words and come up with poems. Sometimes they're not poems per se, but you get the gist right? Here are a couple I've written. I'm also entering this for The Wattys 2016. Would love your feedback, guys :D
