What are you looking for?
You, and you, and you….
2 weeks ago · · Poetry,
God, I can only think about you.
You, and you, and you
And this terrible sting in my throat,
The acid turning in my stomach,
My chest making mountains,
God, you make me write poetry,
And Oh God, the way you smell.
I smile too much, and waste time too much
And I do it while distracted. Even now, all I can think about is every time you lead me on.