im lying here in bed wondering when we will meet again, and angry that i trusted you with words no one else has read.
you took my firsts- my words and touches, and i assumed you would be my last, but you took them and never looked back.
i guess that's why i haven't written on paper since.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
im lying here in bed wondering when we will meet again, and angry that i trusted you with words no one else has read.
you took my firsts- my words and touches, and i assumed you would be my last, but you took them and never looked back.
i guess that's why i haven't written on paper since.
