I'm not afraid of death. No, I could never be: I'm in love with her. No one knows. They thought I was brave for barely missing her, but little do they know I longed for a touch of her slender hand. "You're so brave! You've really got balls!" No. I simply have her. I dance with her in a cloud of cigarette smoke. I jump off a cliff into a lake, staring straight into the bottom at her glowing eyes. I speed on the interstate to get to her quicker. I walk in the cold of winter with her until my legs go numb, just a little more each day. Our little love affair is only short lived. Soon we'll finally be together. The way it was meant to be.
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senseless.
Poetrysort of a journal and a way to clear my thoughts "in a healthy way." started it when i was fifteen so some stuff might not be the best, but enjoy.
