{ a/n - idk what is this tbh but i found it on my phone and i thought i'd post it even though it doesn't really make sense }
His eyes are burning on my skin and his gaze tugs at my heartstrings. His hand is on my arm and his touch sets my insides alight. His presence resonates in the vacancy which flickers in the window of my rib cage.
He's staring and I don't mind, but I don't know why he would want to. I don't know what he sees in me, but I'm grateful to him for seeing it because if he can, maybe I can learn to see it too.
Then my name is spilling from his lips in a low tone like it's managed to crawl its way into the lining of his heart and I want him to know that my heart beats only for him.
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Daisy Chains
Teen Fiction❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
