You
The first time I saw you
it was night.
Orientation, I guess,
to be exact.
You had a grey shirt on
and a backwards hat.
It was your eyes though,
that struck me.
We've kissed three times since then
Each time more painful than the last
And I don't know what to do anymore but write.
So here I am.
Writing about You.
You are the reason I write.
Love, lust, anger, hate.
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