when i'm with you, i feel conscious. thinking if i left my zipper open again,
if i look fat or ugly,
or if i put too much makeup that i look like a whore.
when i'm with you, i feel pressured. as if other chicks are stabbing their eyes on my back, thinking if i was worth your time and effort.
when i'm with you, i feel.......well, i feel happiness. thinking about the future that we will someday pass like the wind.
when i'm with you, i feel lucky. being with you gives me so many emotions that i only feel when i hold your warm hand.
in the end, it got me thinking.....
am i really bound to be with you until the end?
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PoetryLove is distracting, nothing but heartache and heartbreaks, but, butterflies flutter inside from where it grumbles when you're near me...
