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p r o b l e m.So, you want to know what my problem is?
My problem is that I'm falling in love with you.
My problem is that I can't stop thinking of you.
My problem is that you always leave me breathless.
My problem is that your smile just makes my day.
My problem is that my heart skips whenever you're around.
My problem is that you're the most sweetest boy I've ever known.
My problem is that I want to hold you, kiss you, care for you.
My problem is that I want you, I need you, I long for you.
My problem is that my pulse quickens when we lock glances.
My problem is that I want to brush my lips against your own.
My problem is that I dream of you and wishing you were beside me.
My problem is that your laugh makes my heart melt into tiny pieces.
My problem is that when you touch me I go weak in the knees.
My problem is that I love the sound of your name.
My problem is that I like how you don't understand me at all.
My problem is that I could be having the worst day, and just the sight of y
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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