Status: something a little bit different ♡
Coal Spines
heart.
Some people say that talking to their crush feels like butterflies in stomach, some say the weight on the chest, though it’s rarely ever in a bad way. I disagree. I disagree with anybody who says either of those things. I feel heavy, though that may be only in comparison to my heart. It feels so light – so empty, because you are in front of me. Or perhaps it expands – I can’t explain this.
The closest would be to say my heart’s made of bubbles and they all hold your reflection. In accordance, I don’t think it’d be broken. Never broken, but instead popped up, one bubble at the time, and I’d feel it, slowly. Never do that to me, Rhett. Never. I’ll have time to plot between bubbles vanishing.
The closest would be to say my heart’s made of bubbles and they all hold your reflection. In accordance, I don’t think it’d be broken. Never broken, but instead popped up, one bubble at the time, and I’d feel it, slowly. Never do that to me, Rhett. Never. I’ll have time to plot between bubbles vanishing.