i'm so
so
afraid of that word.
love.
because i keep thinking
it's not that intense,
it can't be that.
it can't be love.
it can't be.
because i don't think
i've ever been in love before
and it completely terrifies me.
but i see her again and
i know it's over.
it's too late.
—it has been for a while now.
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Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
