Your kiss was like a drug, I couldn't get enough. I knew you had to leave but the high was beyond belief and the giddiness that I have afterwards you wouldn't see. But like every drug there's a high and low. The low hit alright but when I least expected it. When I saw my best friend kiss the one I hated for stealing her I grew more jealous because my own partner wasn't there. Even so...I think the low was worth the high.
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Tumblr rants/blurbs I did
PoesíaJust some stuff I wrote on Tumblr when I was feeling inspired/emotional
