I wish I could tell you how
the ground shakes and the cities
crumble and the rivers flood
in my veins when you speak to me
but I am trapped between
stares filled with dictionaries
and brittle smiles that make me
feel like a thunderstorm
you spoke to me today and
I wanted to say more but
your words wrapped themselves
around my tongue and
kissed the timid words
I so badly wanted to pour
into your heart
you reached your hand towards
me and I swear I saw
lightning in your veins
but I touched your hand
and all I felt was downpour
you looked at me with eyes
that spoke far more words
than my tongue could ever produce
and it was in that moment
that I wanted to pick apart
the parts of you
that was forbidden to be put
into someone's hands
and lay them all out
across my heart
you are a map
filled with streets I am unfamiliar with
and I hate the dark
but I wouldn't mind getting lost with you
at a little past midnight in the pouring rain
with no directions
and a flat tire
Note:
This poem was written by my friend so follow her on Twitter @acidziall and Tumblr @mi-ddle.tumblr.com (Also the cover was made by her friend and it's totally rad even though dumb Wattpad and it's cover dimensions cuts it off)
Important: The girl in this story has synsethesia which is a disorder where you're senses overlap and you can like taste certain words or see music or whatever. If you don't get it and want to understand it more I've attached a video that explains it better than I can.
Warning: This story is going to be really fucking sad so if you're sensitive to depression or self-harm then this book might be a trigger.
Copyright: I don't own One Direction, so don't get your panties in a wad because the characters are different than the actual pepole blah blah blah whatever. Oh and if you take my idea I'll fucking kill you capisce? (Totally a figure of speech, but y'know)
Hope you enjoy (:
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