I don't want to see you.
That feeling in my chest reappears every time I see your face.
It's not the feeling I used to have.
It's not butterflies in my stomach.
It's a pain, that biology can't explain.
It travels, down to my stomach.
It makes me want to disappear.
You make me want to disappear.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoesíaLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
