12:09 am
how i flirt ;
i'll sneak glimpses at you so i won't get caught staring whilst sitting besides you, but you'll notice it anyways and smirk. i'll wait for you to start a conversation and as soon as you start one, i won't ever stop talking. i'll start talking about 'a boy' with a friend, just to see if you will get jealous. i'll start thinking about you while sitting next to you, then you'll ask me why my face is more red than usual - because my cheeks are naturally red - and i'll just say i'm sick. i'll hit you and punch you playfully. i'll be mean to you especially - but will always smile when i'm doing it to hide the pain behind it. because it's easier for me to be like that; than to pour out my feelings for you like a waterfall.
cause that would be
c h a o t i c .
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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. ███████...
