If people were stars, you would be the biggest, flashiest and most infuriatingly perfect of them all. You draw in people and make it seem so easy to be important, at least to somebody.
However, I don't like that. It scares me way too much that you have such an immensely ridiculous amount of control over me.
With that stupid lopsided smile that makes my heart ricochet against my chest, and stupid brilliant, deep deep deep eyes.
Because that jaw has carved out so many more hearts besides mine, but you know, only for you I would let you pull it out of my chest as if some type of Aztec human sacrifice.
You made me fall in love with you, you twat.
Fuck you.
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FantasyThese are just a collection of short stories, poems, and prompts that I write for fun and to escape reality for a bit. Please bear with me because most of the time they might not be edited. * * * I will NOT take requests...
