Toluene
My soul still suffers from palpitations
when it hears your name,
those overused butterflies are nothing
compared to the drunkenness swimming in my brain.
Just your arms and your chest
feel like my safety zone,
shutting the world out,
I've no need to roam.
I hate how unbearable it is to leave,
how absence clings,
I love you but I do wish
missing you wouldn't
make my eyes sting.
- Crimsyy
A/N: Thankyou for reading/voting/commenting so far!! Also: drunkenness or drunkness? I'm not sure which word was more appropriate. Welp. Vote and comment any thoughts on this one if you feel inclined to do so ☆
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Burn (#Wattys2017)
PoetryThere are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
