One of your ex's name tastes like
stale coffee in my mouth
and the other one burns as if
I've swallowed a scalding pot.
I'm jealous of every girl
who came before me.
The girls you knew,
the girls you kissed,
before you had even heard my name.
I can't help but hate every hand
that has had the privilege
of touching yours.
If I could, I'd pay rent for the spaces
between your fingers,
so if anyone else tried to intertwine
their hand with yours,
they would be trespassing.
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Thoughts of a fearless mind✨
Short StorySame as in // simplicity // ( // simplicidad // ) here, I show you another part of my life resumed in short texts. I always had that needing of putting in words what I feel, so here they are, the "Thoughts of a fearless mind". My very first english...
