A/N: I actually wrote this poem, as well as the next two, back in July, but I didn't feel like posting them at the time (because reasons). You can skip these next three chapters if you want...
My heart should not pound this hard when I see him
My heart should not flutter and feel like flying away when he smiles
My heart should not feel like a fizzy can of pop when he talks to me
No. This should NOT be happening.
Why now? Just why?
I can't be feeling this, not now, not ever
Yet here I am, my heart in a trance
And I keep catching myself thinking
Oh my God, he's adorable
No. Stop. Please, I can't be feeling this.
I recognize this feeling. I've felt it before, not too long ago, actually.
And I don't need to start feeling it again.
He makes my heart jump around and squeak and squeal
He could make me melt into a puddle just by looking at me
His beautiful voice could pick me up and carry me away, as I take in every word
And I can't help but wonder what it'd be like to kiss him
I remember all too well
When someone I used to know made me feel that way
I idiotically abused his heart,
And in turn he broke mine
Now, it is finally mending
But is my heart only being set up to be broken again?
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
