2:12 pm
the time i spend
thinking about you
makes my heart hurt.
the problem is that you
treat me like dirt.
but the second i see you
my stomach starts to flutter
as heat rushes to my cheeks.
it's sadly a bad habit
of mine that
needs
to
break.
YOU ARE READING
intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
