Monday, February 15, 2016

Let's Dance!

He looks at me differently when I dance. I don't know what it is, but something changes in his face. His eyes have glint and he smiles almost unknowingly. He looks at me as if I am someone else - someone he wants to hold, someone he wants to kiss, someone he wants to pin down and fuck. 

But I don't blame him. 

I look at me differently when I dance. It's almost sexual. 

From Drafts

I sometimes miss being in unrequited love to text them to overthink their text to romanticize every moment to actually dream about them...