Briana Johnston Poems

I love him.
This much he already knows.
But he'll never know how much.
There's no way to measure forever in units of infinity.
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You made me feel this way.
Was it my fault?
Can you even blame me?
Because your smile intoxicates me like a drug.
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I tiptoe around each crack so I don't fall.
But lately it's just been taking me further down.
I've lost myself.
It's at the bottom of the hole.
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