Well, there's no one to blame now is there? I did this to myself now I must breathe my tears til' you're gone from my mind. But .. in the end. maybe it was worth it...
The way I let our gaze hold too long, just to see if your eyes were still the same; they got prettier
How I stole glances at the curve of your mouth and wondered what it would feel like, pressed against mine
Or when I let myself imagine your arms wrapped around me, bodies pressed together...
Either way. It's my fault...missing you is like drinking poison
and I'm addicted to pain
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
