love story

You’ll hold me like a flower petal and learn to count on hearing my breath when I’m lying next to you,

You don’t see it now- it’s only a first kiss- but trust me, it’ll happen.

 

I’ll see the good in you for the first week, you taste new and strange

But then the dismay sets in

The second week is like constantly inhaling smoke,

Eye rolls and supressed coughs

I’m panicking

Laughing manically

Fucking hell

It’s happening again.

 

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love story

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