My thoughts are wrapped around you
Tightly, like knots in my hair
I tried to grow out my hair
In attempts to outgrow you.
I heard you love books
Would you enter the libraries within me,
Filled with my unspoken words
And hidden scriptures of your smile.
I mean I haven’t been the same since
We twirled around like tornados joined at the tongue.
Messing up your room
Messed up your life.
Messed me up.
Messy. You are my 3am poetry.
Your skin feels like clouds.
You are cumulonimbus
I mean you walk into a room
And the atmosphere becomes unstable at your entrance.
At first glance
You indicate thunderstorms.
Flash floods of feelings.
But like every cloud.
You lift me.



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