I'm so confused about my feelings.
Is it a crush?
Or do I actually love her?
Am I allowed to love her?
Allowed to think of her lips?
Her lips on mine?
To think of her hair?
Or her beautiful blue eyes?
Deep like the ocean.
Cold like alaska.
But she's not cold.
She's warm.
Like the sun.
Like a fire.
I breathe her in.
Breathe her in like the smoke.
The smoke of my cigarette.
But cigarettes are deadly.
They will kill me, sooner or later.
But I'm addicted.
Like I'm addicted to her.
So is she like a cigarette?
Will she be the death of me?
