being bad for you.
while i am writing this words as i remember you
i am secretly smiling from myself
i am being bad for wanting someone like you before
you were not pure as innocence
you were reckless as a drunk guy
but i realized that it was all because it was you
YOU ARE READING
beau
Poetry| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
