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Aug 2018
Anxious was I
Anxious when his eyes burrowed into mine,
Lodge into my soul until I wasn’t fine,
Until I wasn’t fine ‘cause I couldn’t breathe like he was ******* the oxygen out of me like I was his tree,
His reason to breathe
But anxious was I
As his stare barely left my eyes,
Was it only me that couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe?
How can he do this to me?
Our stares locked with heavy security
Like it couldn’t break, I couldn’t flee
I couldn’t flee ‘cause he held onto me through his eyes
But anxious was I
When he left my eyes
He left my eyes like it was nothing
Like it didn’t mean anything, or was it just me?

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This is one of the poems in my His Collection, a collection of poems for the boy I used to like.
Allyssa Bonita
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Allyssa Bonita  18/F/Philippines
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