"What is your guilty pleasure?"
He asks. I think of the way I look towards him while he tries to show me something spectacular beyond him. The way his eyes light up when he smiles. The way his teeth glitter in the light of the moon. The way his hair begs for me to run my fingers through it. The way my body reacts to him even when he is oblivious. The way he reminds me to love myself because god I love him. I think all of these things to myself but all I can say is
"you"
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMy thoughts are an expanse As deep as the ocean As vast as the universe As vibrant as the galaxy And yet I crave more
