Five
People started coming up to us.
Well, him.
Each one drunker then the next,
But he never touched a drop of
Alcohol.
Neither did I until someone called
Me gay.
But that wasn’t what bothered me.
It was when someone called him
Gay, and he swatted them away,
Calling them gross.
I rolled my eyes and gulped the
Whisky.
And I didn’t miss the way his
Eyes followed down my throat,
And the blush on his cheeks.
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Love Potion
Poesíahe had a crush on this boy and it excited him. he was going to make him to fall in l o v e with him. even if it killed him. he didn't mean it literally, but the world has a funny way of mixing things up.
