My stomach churns from his scent.
It reminds me of what could never be rather than
What once was the smell of safety and understanding.
I never thought of brown eyes much until his. Capturing me
With the sunlight reflected within.
But why am I writing poetry for a boy
who makes my heart ache at 18?
I suppose it was never him but merely
The loneliness that was consuming me.
The darkness of my thoughts that SWirled in
My mind like a whirlpool waiting to pull me under.
Gasping for air as my lips meet his.
Wanting something; receiving only confusion and
A stomach ache.
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