It feels almost as if my very core is boiling
And bubbling
Up to the pores of my skin.And I swear if you held a hand over my forearm,
You'd feel the rising of steam on your very palm.
And if you lay it down, John,A normal person would be scorched.
It would only bake the clay on your hands,
Making the truth solid, and real...Maybe then you could finally get the mold off...
But what would you do with a clay hand?Slap me in the face with your secrets everytime I dared forget them?
Sneak it around my shoulders at night,
Like you think I'd ever accept them?
Or use it to grasp my hand,
As you introduced your new self?I know who you are, John,
Girlfriend or not.Ughhhh everyone knows the feeling! When you're ex gets a date, right? Anwayssss loves as always, stay you and stay tuned!!!
Xxxxxxxxxc
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Dear John
PoetryCOMPLETED UNEDITED Dear John, You broke my heart And now you get to hear about it. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" SUMMARY INSIDE """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" A story you can read all in one day and live a lifetime.