to the boy who

told me - while standing at a bar counter under dim lights and a night cold as it was outside warm was your breath - i get distracted easy you were (are) right i looked at that moth buzzing near our table but my fingers were wanting to turn around and feel your skin against… Continue reading to the boy who

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You are evolving and so am I ; ofcourse but every time I breathe I am scared I am becoming the wrong person at the wrong time I am changing too soon for the seasons greetings to keep track of my falls and blooms sigh what do I do to stop time but write and… Continue reading .