His eyes, his smile,
Never seeming to get enough;
His hands, so soft,
Finding myself in cuffs.
He was my drug,
Addictive like nicotine.
He was always in my thoughts -
Like a hopeless romantic teen.
YOU ARE READING
for the both of us
PoetryI loved him with all my heart, Even if he didn't care; I'll love him with all my heart, This, to myself, I swear.
