"Don't do it." They say.
You can't do it.
Resist the pull to stand,
to walk.
"He's not meant for you." They say.
“You are not meant for each other." They say.
You can't, you can't.
You. Can't.
“Is it still there?” I ask myself
“That Spark.”
Resist the urge to run into his arms,
Resist his entirety.
They say, “resist the urge,
to kiss.”
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If that spark is there nothing can stop you.
Andy
really like the pacing
and desperation, imbued in your choice wording
such an unassuming yet truly relatable write..
thanks for sharing, a joy to read!
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