the way i see it, he's like a cigar to me.
i've lit the cigar once and everytime i do, i get more addicted.
everytime i stop and look at him, i want to get to know him better.
the more i get addicted to the cigar, the more i fall for him.
i suddenly realize i'm at the point where i'm so addicted to the cigar that there is no way out.
i've fallen so deep in love with him that it'll be hard to move on.
he's just my cigar, and i've lit it once too many times.
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butterflies | falling for him.
Poetrybrutally falling for a boy. poems may include topic about love, depression, happiness, hatred, and well... butterflies. [poem book #1 out of the 'falling for him' series.] ©woahjawlines
