crushing
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The first time I saw you, you meant nothing to meThe second time I saw you I forgot your nameIt's been eight months since I first met youYou have been very good for me
The way he looks,
The way he smiles,
The way he says my name,
It makes me fall for him,
I'm crushing hard,
He's everything I want,
He is caring,
He is fun,
Butterflies
Fluttering in my stomach
or
Crocodiles
Gnawing at my innards
I don't know which
But it's somewhere in between
I said I liked you
&
you said you do too
but youre only you
when they're not around
But that smile & your wink
it's getting to me
Their wings tickling your sides and fluttering through you.
They kiss you from within and make you feel afloat and nervous.
They spew uncertainty into the air and it hangs in your throat.
The room is dark.
There’s nothing surprising about the void. The silence in my head. Or the drumming in my heart.
