A turbulent current of emotions uncharted, unexpected, unpredicted.
A boy so kind and gentle and suddenly I'm completely addicted.
Dangerous in the sense that I want much more.
The way he looks at me rocks me to my very core.
Breathe in, breathe out, repeat.
Lose thoughts, lose grip, lose sleep.
Touch him, touching me, release.
Begging the gods: repeat , repeat, repeat.
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Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
