Wide eyes.
And every time they look at me, my heart goes on a ride
With every shiver of her hand, my heart aches and the smile on her face makes it race. 
A person I actually love.
But not endlessly, 
There’s still a me. 
And if push comes to shove I will leave. 
'She’s a bitch' 
but so am i. 

The world keeps telling us no,
but I'm not letting go.   

I'm happy loving her. 
There's too many reasons to explain 'why'.

(Another way overdramatic teen who's fallen into over-rated, stereotypical, cringey, complicated, hopeless love<3)

 {i love you}

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