The fact is I do care
I do know where he is
And when I think of him
My heart starts to fizz
Bubbling and churning
And longing for him
And every time that we talk
I feel it's a test
Don't pity me
Hang up the phone
Don't look at me
Like I'm something you own
The fact is I'm scared
When you live in my head
I want you to love me
But I'm afraid my hearts dead.
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Shiny
PoetryI'm a lover of shiny things a dreamer of dreams. Enjoyer of rhyming things a cutter of strings. A lover of love and a lover of words, but in all reality... I'm just a girl.
