Stupid stupid girl.
I'm serious when I say
"Don't say that to me."
I'm serious.
You're going to make me like you.
You're going to ruin something.
"Wanna be my work-girlfriend?"
You're making my cheeks burn.
Stop it.
But I don't want you to stop.
I crave this all the time.
It's obvious that you do too.
Sorry for being seventeen.
YOU ARE READING
Everything left to complain about (stopped) (go read my other poem book)
PoesiaPoems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say s...
