I make your heart race.
Frustration.
But you want her.
I make you angry
The pace of your heart quickens
You say you hate it
I know you love it
I know you need it,
Miss it.
My heart leaps on its two legs
and rips my chest.
I hate it
And I need it
I miss it
Why?
Why don't you want me?
You need my euphoria.
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Metamorphosis
PoésieI did not know what this book meant when I first started it, it was an outlet for my feelings as I faced a new world. As I went on I realized what my personal purpose for it is: To form connections with people in this current world where we are all...
