I could just lie, but I can't.
I can't think of anything else.
I only think about this person I've never seen him in real life.
He's spending his time pissing me of, laughing at my accents and my manners then ignores me for days.
I'll probably never see him.
He doesn't really care.
And it would be way too clichy : the shy French and the extrovert Italian.
I hear his voice everywhere, anytime.
I can feel him, walking in the supermarket I become paranoid.
Every fucking moments.
His name lights up my phone and I shiver.
I feel his breath on me when he talks to me through the cab, the vibration of his lungs when he laughs. He's in my core. Wrapping his roots around each of my ribs, replacing my oxygen with his perfume.
I can feel myself flying away.
Straight up.
Heavenly.
I can feel feel his hand grazing mine, but not the horn of his fingers.
His arms around me, his nails deep in my skin, curls on my neck, lips on my shoulders.
Did I tell you about his laugh ?
I might have heard it 3 times but it's one of the soothest sound I've ever heard.
Miles away life hurts us in the same way.
That time he smiled at me and I felt myself falling in hell.
When he whistles my name and ask me to shut up I swear I'm losing all senses.
If you knew how I burn for him, deep in my flesh, all around me.
His smell feel unknown to me, I wish I could describe it.
I see signs everywhere telling me to call him again.
A song on the radio scream me to ask him out.
Fuck.
If only he knew how much I could.
- June 18, 2021.
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PoetryI write a little. When I'm bored, sad, or just about random things I remember. Sometimes I read them again and I think "it's actually beautiful". So here lay my thoughts. Kind of clingy and dumb, most of them aren't well written but oversharing neve...
