"Is it love or is it obsession? One thing is certain: Justice has become the all-consuming passion of Temperance's life. Every waking moment is filled with thoughts of her, every decision driven by Temperance's desire to be near her. But when the lines between love and fixation blur, what happens?"
I wrote this for my crush who just made one second of eye contact with me after months of silence. Even one second of eye contact with you, Fills me with rout...
My mysterious woman, I know we don't speak but I would love to confess that even though I'm fiercely protective of myself yet you effortlessly pass my guards and make me lose control. It feels like you have an intense hold over me, dragging me towards you with an irresistible force, enslaving me in your sweetness and...
It's a poetry I wrote about my casual relationship with someone who was emotionally unavailabe.