How can love be so demanding?
It takes my breath away.
There's like a line that I should be crossing?
But I don't know what to say.
I woke up that morning,
Didn't even know what was about to unfold.
That night I sat there reminiscing,
Of that winter cold.
I'm so confused,
To be honest with you.
It may look like I'm amused,
But for some reason I'm infatuated with you.
I'm happy to see you,
But not excited to ever be with you.
I can't do this any more,
Do I look like a whore?
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Sickly sweet
PoetryHere is a poem called "sickly sweet". Cover is unrelated context-wise. I just wanted the world to see this amazing, spectacular, utterly blinding picture of dallon weekes. That is all.
