Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

e kiss grew deeper as the night did.

Feelings of Euphoria fill my body.

It makes me kiss back

but instant anxiety fills me right after.

I am not ready for love.

No,

I'm not ready for this love.

I don't need this “love”.

I shouldn't have your “love”.

How could you use the word ‘love’ so carelessly?

She moves her hands to my chest

and feels my racing heartbeat.

She breaks away from the kiss and tells me

not to worry

and that

it's ok.

“Relax, I'll take care of you,”

She said,

“Remember, I love you.”

I trusted her.

I liked her,

but I can't have her.

I want this…

But I can't have this.

I need to relax.