"I hate how I'm so painfully aware of my feelings,
I hate how you're all that's on my mind, wandering,
Making me trip over my words and making me think,
I hate how you're the first thing on my mind,
How you're my last thought before I close my eyes,
How you come into my dreams with no sign of notice,
You make my chest tight, my heart ache, my stomach turn in and out,
Yet you bring butterflies to my stomach and make my chest light.
Is the thought of you killing me,
Or the thought of us making me fall deeper,
Into a chasm of no return, no getting out?
Why must I notice my feelings now,
When I turned a blind eye this whole time?
Please get out my mind before I lose it all,
Before you're all I can ever think of."
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A Series of Stories About Love, Life, and Everything In Between
RandomJust a place where I can just write down my one-shot ideas and stories- includes stories, one-shots, poetry, and everything else in between :)
