Nate smiled at me and I felt invincible.
This tingly feeling rose up in me and I couldn't help but smile back. I didn't even try to fight it. I felt happy and perfect. It was like my heart had been freed and was flying around outside my body. And it felt wonderful.
Kind of like poetry.
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He touched my hand and I felt a pleasant shock.
It was like my bare feet touching a cold wood floor in the morning. And I liked it. His hand was smooth and warm, though. I liked it. That feeling coursed through me again. I could see my heart floating around me.
It was like poetry.
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He kissed me and I was scared.
But only for a moment, because then I realized he had meant to do it. He wanted it. I wanted it. It was sweet and romantic and beautiful. It was just like it's described in books. And poetry. It was just right.
It was poetry.
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He said "I love you, Mitchie," and I saw my heart and soul fly around in a euphoric frenzy.
I rushed to tell him I loved him too. It was true. We were in love. And it was a beautiful, unbelievable, and breathtaking. Those are the words they use in poetry. But it was better than that. Ten times better.
It was better than poetry.
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He said goodbye to me for the last time and I felt my heart break.
But it didn't just break; it was torn out of my body and mangled to an unidentifiable state. Now I could only stare at the remains, trying not to let the force of the pain stab me again. But I couldn't stop it. And with a pang of agony, I realized this was poetry. The worst and best kind of poetry. The touching, miserable, authentic kind of poetry.
This was real poetry.
It's been a while, hm? Sorry about that. I felt a little inspired this afternoon and this came out of it. I wanted something kind of pretty and then sad. Did it work? What did you think? Please review and let me know your innermost thoughts. On this piece, of course. ;)
Thanks for reading! :) xoxo