i know i will never be able to call you mine but i can't stop thinking about the way your hips move
or the way your skin crinkles when you smile
and your pouty lips when you're sad
you make my heart melt and mold into your name
i think, now, i know why they call them crush
it still crushes, my heart has never ached like this before
goodbye, hunter.
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Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
