How can the one who makes my heart flutter

Turn his table, and my whole world,

in one



You make my stars shine, 

but baby right now my heart is falling out of my chest; 

darling, I think I'm dying. 

I leave in tears, 

you're crashed on the bed.

I want to run to my mom's, but I'll cry in the parking lot instead.

Morning time means clarity,

and apologies to be made.

#becauseIloveyou, I'll listen.

But not this time, not today. 

This poem is about: 


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