Don't you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you, when I see you I see sunshine, when we touch the sparks In my soul come alive. When I say "I love you" and you smile my lungs as though as they were pumping for the oxygen I missed when my heart skipped a beat. But choosing you, was the most exquisite form of self destruction. A destruction I would take over and over if it meant I could see that smile over and over.
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PoetryJust a jumble of personal experiences I've had in life, or poems I created by my design or I thought were beautiful. Some short stories of reality or imaginary. Enjoy.
