It's hard to explain how you make my name sound different as it falls from your tongue.
It's hard to understand how I feel my heart stop at the thought of your lips on mine, but part of me wants to feel what's beyond your comfort zone.
It's hard to look at you without you being mine, however, the universe creates many beautiful things that I cannot have, and you may be one of them.
It's hard to block my mind from all thought of you, but if this is what losing control feels like, then you may take my sanity for whatever you please.
It's hard to fathom you, and everything that you are capable of thinking, everything you are capable of saying, and everything you are capable of doing to me.
It's hard to put into words how your words make me feel, but perhaps speechlessness is your effect, and speechless is how I feel.
It's hard to describe something beautiful when you don't know how to think, and you've taken my mind from me, but I don't think I want it back.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoesieThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
