you could be such a handsome, loving boy,
and live in a
if you didn’t insist on treating me like this...
we could be neighbors, the
two of us, the
kind who smile and wave at each other at eight in
the morning before we drive to work.
you at the office, and me...
at the office.
can you even imagine:
laughing at whatever winter wonderland party
with no worries,
but i have given up,
as you have grown cruel,
still thinking of me in that mean, wretched way,
despite the fact that you probably say you don't really care...
but you're just that animal,
you turned into for him-- what
do they call them again?
written on january 12th, 2019 at 10:38 pm. i havent written anything in a while but i was going through my notes to find a title for something and found this. i love it tbh... dont know why i didnt before even w its flaws...