04/02/19
2:22pm
i've never been the kind of girl to touch or even want to cuddle
and you're the kind of boy that likes getting in trouble
you popped my bubble
of personal space
i'm simply a muggle
falling into your embrace
under your magic
do you understand the struggle?
of looking you in the face?
people would observe us and say i'm tragic
i have to brace
my self
for falling in deep
for the boy who i knew
would leave my bed as i sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Trouble
Horrorcrazy poems for my self by my self for when my self is bored or horny or tired or sad not based off any real events in life sadly (hopefully not for long hmu 😏😏 god i'm awful) but a lot of these are about fûcking if this is ever published, please...
