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Doorstep Luv

My eyes are watering
Sitting here with a cigarette burning, though its not mine
I still look at it longingly
He sees my eyes and tsks at me
Like I’m some child
I go back to my typing but I have to stop ever so often because I feel his eyes on me
I can’t meet his gaze
So I just turn up the music drowning his lazy stare away as if it had a voice

One hand reaches to go around my waist and I have to close my eyes
He is my kyptonite
He keeps drawing me in as I try to concentrate on my words
He whispers how I’m his escape, like my writing is mine

I shut my eyes and inhale him like the way he inhaled in that cigarette just moments ago

Always so serious, he once told me that flowers and poetry wasn’t his idea of love
It was just a paper to tie people to each other
But now I think he’s changed

Its been years since his last cigarette
Days since his last drink
I don’t know where he’s going
But I’ll be right here next to him
On this doorstep

Author:

"My personality is basically a mix between a needy 5 year old, a rebellious teenager making bad life choices and a 80 year old woman whose tired and needs a nap." - Luna @bpdNymph I love so hard because I know how it feels to be loved so little Labels : : Gamer, Yarn Artist, DM, Hopeful Romantic

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