i don't want, no, i don't want butterflies, i don't want heated gaze. i don't want body heat. i don't want butterflies filled eye contacts.
i don't want all these. no. no. no.
i don't trust butterflies or goosebumps, like halsey sang in ghost, it's funny how these warning signs can feel like butterflies. how then do i distinguish between the two?.
i want something different. something more. something uncommon. something real. i have felt all those before, and they weren't shit.
i want something epic.
_________ ellie a.o.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...