Dammit. I so shouldn't have tried the Pumpkin Spice Latte at Starbucks at 10pm. Now it's almost 4am and I'm as awake as... well... awake. I'm gonna be so dead at work tomorrow. Sigh.
Angst-ridden unrequited love.
Face I want to see in the morning.
Lips I want to kiss into the night.
Subtle nonchalant despairing rejection?
Buttons zips clasps I want to undo.
Skin I want to trail fingertips.
Obsession obsession obsession obsession.
I'm drowning.
This whirlpool of mixed emotions and yearning sure doesn't help.
Angst-ridden unrequited love.
Face I want to see in the morning.
Lips I want to kiss into the night.
Subtle nonchalant despairing rejection?
Buttons zips clasps I want to undo.
Skin I want to trail fingertips.
Obsession obsession obsession obsession.
I'm drowning.
This whirlpool of mixed emotions and yearning sure doesn't help.
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