I promised myself I would not reach for you again
Because my heart is a capricious thing that I do not trust.
It is wily and falls for your stupid jokes and your flashing honey eyes
It falls for your boy's hands and soft voice, your sugarspun comfort
And it turns out that I know my heart quite well,
Because the minute I saw you, eyes turned wild searching for me,
My heart took a foolish plunge
And now I am sitting here, writing silly poetry over a boy I promised I would not reach for again
- i can't trust myself
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snake bites
Поэзияthe sequel to "moon and stars" a collection of poetry created at 3:00 am when my brain refused to let me sleep
