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I am going mad, utterly and completely
i n s a n e and you, you dirty thief have stolen my sight, for all I can see is you.
Last night's meeting still lingers on my skin and my tongue pressed against my teeth, I try to hold back words that so desperately want to escape me.
For I know the passion I hold will scare you.
I know that the time isn't right and our lives are a jumbled mess of rotten fruit, but I promise to wait.
I promise to wait until the stars align and everything's right.
YOU ARE READING
Do you think of me still?
Poetry"how many times does my heart have to shatter before you pick up the pieces?"
