think i'd do anything to still feel your arms around my neck and your laughter pressed against my cheek.
i miss the way my heart would explode when you laughed at something i said and grabbed my arm. and i miss the way my chest would and rock and rattle and fucking implode in on itself. i don't feel much of anything nowadays because it hurts too much to think about and i don't know if i'll ever feel that way again and so that's terrifying—
with you i don't even think i realized i was falling, i remember:
there was: the first smile—
and then: point blank— ohgod i think iloveyou.
YOU ARE READING
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 - (𝟎𝟎𝟏)
Poetry"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭." a poetry book of sorts. full of emotions and 3 am thoughts. a glimpse at my heart if you will. have a look if you'dlike. *lowercase intended
