"p-p-please"
let me stay a little longer,
i wish to feel this euphoria i once had.
i miss the taste of your lips the second they're gone,
yet lust can't seem to reason with me.
"d-d-don't"
i'm not scared of you,
im fearful of history repeating itself once again.
you've turned my sorrows into joy,
but i'm scared it'll transform again.
"l-l-lov—"
i can't seem to say it,
yet the words form at the tip of my tongue.
it's too soon for me to love,
although my heart flutters at the mere thought of you.
YOU ARE READING
𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
