She loves me. He loves me not.

The love I have for my first Scorpio is

ETERNAL.

While she’s no longer on this plane,

our love is

INFERNO.

I think about her whenever I journal.

My mental state is woke but nocturnal.

It feels too abnormal.

To see another with eyes like yours. Wide with pride I could almost feel the last time he cried. So handsome in my eyes, I wonder what they’d look like in-between my thighs. So I swiped right & “ding” he’s already trying to FaceTime.

I deny. I’m too busy at the time.

With lips like mine. I can’t help but think of the time that they’ll collide.

Another failed attempt.

But the fault was all mine. He texted me and I did not reply. I thought he’d be a small speck in my love timeline. Just a hiccup, like “hello”-“ bye”.

But boy was I wrong because THIS GUY. Just-caught-my-eye.

In person he wasn’t shy. Alittle withdrawn but I could tell he was intrigued by my vibe. We shared a small kiss and when he left my heart went with! And I haven’t seen that bitch sense. While Im trying to drive, my mind is flushed with images of his eyes. I feel my smile going wide.

What has my eye gotten me into this time.

Here I am waiting on reply’s!

The way I daydream should be a crime!

For anyone else I do not have the time!

This Scorpio man makes me want to be the lemon to his lime.

And all it took was that

One time.