As much as I missed your lips, your hands...
I just wanted to talk
So we talked
For hours on end through all the late night infomercials
You talked
As I ate the food I requested from room service
I talked
As you laid on your stomach, your head propped up on your hands
And it was just like the days after school when you'd listen to me
talk about my day
Or you'd talk about something silly Johnson did
You laughed with me the same way you used to
Not the way I'd see on interviews, and yes I've been watching
All your pearly whites showing and your eyes squinted
God I've missed you so much
I should've turned the TV off
because she flashed across the screen
a commercial for an upcoming interview
and it was funny
because both of our faces fell
Yours fell even more once you saw mine
YOU ARE READING
Bad Religion // JG
Fanfiction"This unrequited love to me is nothing but a one-man cult And cyanide in my styrofoam cup I could never make him love me." - Frank Ocean "Bad Religion" A poetic prose, a short story, about a once-great love reaching its end.
