I’d love you less if you were here
crowding my dorm bed, nibbling me,
rubbing me like sandpaper
I’ve come this far all by myself
I am a stone, leave me alone
Let’s keep it nonchalant
don’t kiss me on the lips
don’t label this a situationship
because then one of us would need to care
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 9:50 AM UTC
I’d love you less if you were here
crowding my dorm bed, nibbling me,
rubbing me like sandpaper
I’ve come this far all by myself
I am a stone, leave me alone
Let’s keep it nonchalant
don’t kiss me on the lips
don’t label this a situationship
because then one of us would need to care
BLT word of the day challenge: nonchalant : "having an air of easy unconcern or indifference."
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