When
you
told
me
about your
last relationships I realized
that I like you.
A lot.
I wanted to hold you and kiss your head.
I wanted to make the hurt go away and then help the scars.
Your smile was nice
and hearing your words
slither out your mouth as you held back tears.
I knew we will be good friends
I really want you.
This bottle of *****
makes it worse
because your eyes scream of hurt
but your mouth spews hate.
Makes me wonder what you think about me
and what you’d say.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
When
you
told
me
about your
last relationships I realized
that I like you.
A lot.
I wanted to hold you and kiss your head.
I wanted to make the hurt go away and then help the scars.
Your smile was nice
and hearing your words
slither out your mouth as you held back tears.
I knew we will be good friends
I really want you.
This bottle of *****
makes it worse
because your eyes scream of hurt
but your mouth spews hate.
Makes me wonder what you think about me
and what you’d say.
