I'm tired of playing guessing games.
I'm tired of guessing whether my name resonates in the lining of your heart or if it's just a hair on the back of your neck. I'm tired of guessing whether my touch sets your insides alight or if my skin is just another organ separating me from you. I'm tired of guessing if you feel it like I do.
Because even though I know you want more than candid smiles and hands grazing and bottom lips chewed off, I won't believe it until I hear the words spill from your lips and burn in my ear drums.
Because every time I jump to conclusions my heart gets ripped from my chest and now there's only a vacancy sign blinking in the window of my ribcage, waiting for you to fill it.
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Daisy Chains
Novela Juvenil❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
