The girl who shared this story with me didn't say much, I think she was on Xanax and she definitely drank a whole bottle of Tito's cause she threw the empty bottle at her feet. Anyways she asked to use my phone to call her ex and I told her I didn't have one. Then she told me to fuck off and started going on about a boy who she was so in love with, but he hated her. I think she was sad but I also think maybe she was letting herself unravel just the right amount to understand.
12. QUESTIONS I'D ASK YOU BUT I DON'T THINK YOU'D ANSWER MY CALL
1. how did it feel to be the one to walk away first? i had thought about it once but then i threw up and the feeling went away... like you
2. if i still walked home down 64th I would walk right past your house and i wonder would you look out the window for me like i would look for you?
3. did your mother ask where i went?
4. when you transferred out of our english class, was it because you couldn't look me in the eye?
5. sometimes you'll wave and i wonder is that so i don't know you hate me?
6. are we still friends?
7. do you miss holding my hand?
8. holding my heart?
9. late at night i'll think about what your doing, do you do that too?
10. i would probably hang up the phone but i couldn't go without asking this, would you still love me?
11. could you still love me?
12. can you hang up? because i won't.
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Hysterical letters to my sanity
Puisia collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
