Him.
His lips are like the strongest alcohol, intoxicating me, getting me drunk.
His scent is like taking a hit from a prime quality stash, consuming me, getting me high.
His smile is like a drug, I crave it, I need a hit.
His eyes.. They are so blue you are overwhelmed, lost within their depths.
When he bites his lip and looks away, trying not to laugh, it makes me weak at the knees.
When he gets protective, watching his jaw tick and his fists clench as he glares at other men, it never fails to make me smile.
His passions, where he just gushes over the nerdiest stuff, forgetting I have no clue what he's talking about, but I never stop him. I just watch him with a goofy smile.
How every time we play fight, we both get wayyyy to competitive and end up seriously hurting each other (I'm sorry for breaking your nose.. Twice)
Or the time when he pushed me off the bed and then blamed ME for breaking his phone screen because I fell on it, knee first. (It was YOUR fault, mister)
But we always laugh it off and get each other back. Our pranks are ruthless (Like when you jumped out and scared me so I pulled a knife on you.. THAT was my bad, but at least I didn't stab you!)
How did I think I ever had a chance? A choice?
How could I think it was done?
I already loved him, but he's somehow making me fall for him all over again.
I'm still testing this out.. Taking it slow.
But I think I already know where this is going.
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- Jade xx
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ПоэзияWelcome to my world A place where your reality may become swirled. Are you sure you are prepared? The warning is clear This isn't lighthearted and sweet. My poems retell stories of heartache and fear. These poems are a mix between my own experiences...
