I'm the slightest bit dizzy and off balance in the best way possible.
She makes me just a tiny bit breathless, my heart racing a teensy bit faster when I see a notification with her name next to it.
She's the best kind of adrenaline rush,
the kind where you can't really get hurt because we're friends, right?
Denial is the sweetest drug.
I don't normally do this whole falling for your friend thing,
it's such a sapphic cliche,
but... I guess I can make an exception.
For her.
She's always been my exception, what's one more?
Nevermind all the people caught between us,
nevermind her boyfriend,
mind the time she told me she preferred girls and couldn't imagine spending her entire life with a man,
mind the times she asked me who I liked,
mind the time she said she always ends up with crushes on her friends,
mind the times I've promised myself I won't stay up but did anyway,
mind the way my heart remembers how to pump blood in such a dizzying head rush when I read her words,
nevermind them,
mind us.
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The New Sappho
PoetryI like people, people I barely know partially dreamed into being (-but dreams are the best sort of reality). I'm a girl and I like girls, boys, and people in general and I write poems about it and them. There's really not much more to it. All poem...
