These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
This feeling won't go away. It won't cease. It intensifies the longer I don't extinguish it.
I can't take it. I feel like I'm going to explode. It grows with every passing minute.
He's right in front of me. Yet, I can't touch him. I can't look at him. He's with her.
She's right there, but I can't help but feel that she's farther away. I can't look at her. She's with him.
I haven't felt it in a long time. This wave of emotion when he comes into the room. It's on like a light switch.
She ignites something in me, even though it hasn't been there in a while. Fuck, I missed her.
I know I shouldn't be staring, but his emerald orbs lure me from the common sense of my subconscious. God, I missed him.
She's staring at me from across the room. Maybe I am too. I just want to shut my subconscious up who is screaming at me to look away.
Suddenly, I rush out from under the comfort of a stable arm and plunge into the space of uncertainty, towards him.
As she walks over to me, I remove my arm from a pair of delicate shoulders and I drive into the familiar pool of anxiety.
I finally reach him, but I hesitate before I touch him. I can't ruin this.
When I got to her, I couldn't breathe correctly and my body froze. I can't mess this up. But somehow I'm the first to speak, "Missed me?"
"Missed me?" I laughed along with him, not knowing what else to do next. Nonetheless, I reach out for his hand.
Her palm lifts and I lace my fingers in hers. Completely intertwined. I can't do anything else, but bring her close to me. I'm still in desperate need of her. Even though she is no longer mine.
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