I thought spilling my emotions in the poems would make ‘em disappear. Like the motions of a wand, Love Potion Number 9 in reverse. I wish I was there first. But now, I’m so ready to go steady with the only girl that gave me butterflies and made my palms grow sweaty. Though the signs point to no, mirror conversations end with should I pursue or should I go.
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