confliction ( Read more... )

but he makes my heart happy
with his words of

"kindred souls"
and 
compliments
and kisses
and
kindness.

I'm fine, when I don't see him,
but after I do,
I long for the touching to continue
the gentle smile
the kind giggles
the words he whispers

why does he say such things?
is it normal to doubt such words that fill my pining so neatly?

what does this mean to him?
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no response, so I spend the evening drinking chamomile tea ( Read more... )

ninety-nine degrees (Fahrenheit ( Read more... )

how Lorca has only re-affirmed the worries that plague my mind ( Read more... )

today, I am magnetic. or something ( Read more... )