• hmstacy 5w

    Limeade.

    My heart races at the mere thought of your ungodly presence.
    My poison, my pain.
    When life gave me limerence, I made limeade and drank you until my soul succumbed to your diabetic nature.
    Addictive.
    Yet you sit, so oblivious to my torment.
    For I won't speak, as you cannot listen to what you clearly do not know.

    ©hmstacy