foaming at the lips. that you used to love to kiss.
his smell lingers upon my fire bitten clothes. and it excites me. that finally. something good has hit my heart. uplifted it. instead of shooting it down. innocently. and i just hope. with all my might. that he feels the same. but that is it. i simply need to quit worrying constantly. about everything imaginable. i wish i could stop. but its...a dirty addiction. a resin i cant seem to rid my body of. cleansing is an all too familiar ritual. one that doesnt seem to help me. releasing my feelings doesnt help much. but then again, neither does bottling them up. as the tears force through. while my eyelashes try to create a wall. one that seems to be unbreakable. but is proven wrong within pointless minutes. and unsuspecting pressure. anxiety bites my soul. and this feeling is scary. because my feelings for other boys have left. vanished. as if pretend magic worked its trick. and ive never felt this. but im happy for this privlege. my heart has been lost for too long, and i just want for it to be claimed. wanted. admired. LOVED. and i think my friends are beginning to understand. that im not leaving them. as thick dust burns their innocent eyes. no. because i would never think of even doing that. and seeing as weve never spent time alone, i dont think it will. so finally, i think things are going good. because they understand. and he cares...