He's my favorite hello.
He's my least favorite goodbye.
Those subtle touches make my heart beat out of my chest.
No, it's not the same boy that broke my heart the day before and treats me as though I'm a toy.
This one is a slow burn.
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Written in the Paper
ŞiirA series of feelings and unspoken thoughts. All poems/paragraphs written by me, myself, and I. A chaos of feelings I can only express through words. Enjoy. #438 In Poetry [8/20/16] #260 In Poetry [8/22/16] #102 In Poetry [9/0...
