what did you do.
you would always ask me
"why did you like me?"
let me rephrase that...
"what did you do to make me like you?"
now, i am honestly screwed up because of you
and that moment that i couldn't take back
YOU ARE READING
beau
Şiir| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
