My stomach does flips
I lick my lips
I stare in her eyes
I don't want to lie
Her eyes staring back at me
I get weak in the knees
Butterflies emerge in my stomach
I feel like I am getting dumber
I want to go into slumber
I try to speak but nothing comes out
I am in doubt
My hand trembles
We're probably on the same level
They look at me
I look at them
I want to say it to them
My mouth is dry
I say it but nothing comes out
What if it goes south?
"I love.. I can't do this"
"We need to break up"
-Bree
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Chapters of a teenage girl
PoesiaThe chronicles of a teenage girl who doesn't know who she is and misses her best friend she met when she was twelve.
