jumbled thoughts and feelings

he-

he's inside of me now.

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he's all i can think about.

he has taken over my mind.

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this boy with the steel blue eyes,

and the curled-at-the-ends brown hair,

is the only thing i breathe.

his hands leave burning scars

wherever he touches,

igniting my skin like a bonfire

on a cold winter night.

the boy tells me secrets,

of what he thinks when i lay on

his bed, clothed only in my skin;

he tells me what he thinks when

i let his name curl off of my tongue,

slipping into the air that lives

in the spaces where our bodies do not

meet.

this boy thrives in every inch of my

innards;

he is all i need to survive.

he lays in every crevice, every corner,

every little bit of skin that i do not cover;

that i do not shield from his gaze.

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this brown haired boy makes my throat hurt;

feeling thick with either much-needed sleep,

or words i can never force out that i would

give anything to say to him.

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the boy gives me ideas i've never thought of;

he makes me feel things i've never dreamt of.

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this boy does not have any idea

what he induces,

and i am planning on

keeping it that way.

-s.h.

june 10 // 18.27