‘Name four things you like:’
The way my heart races when I hear his voice,
The warmth I feel that makes me want to hug him,
That cliché 'butterflies in my stomach’ feeling I get when he's near me,
Or the way he makes me smile when he spares me a glance whenever he can.
Because that's when I know it's real.
-a.nguyen
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Broken
Poetry'I watched as you smiled at her the way you used to smile at me. And I knew at that moment I would rather die Than to see you with someone else'
