i chased him first;
the boy with blue eyes that looked like the ocean.
the boy who in turn decided he preferred
the hero to the sidekick.
then i chased her.
the girl with eyes like chocolate
and freckles like constellations.
the force of nature who in turn decided she preferred
boys over girls.
and i tried chasing him with her,
tried washing the taste out of my mouth
only to be left with another bitter taste.
i tried to rebound,
only to ricochet when we touched.
but now
i think i need to chase me.
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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...
