i want to watch a scary movie with him
and grab his hand
and get scared
and him laugh at me for getting scared
i get embarrassed
and he'd just laugh in his stupid low chuckle
and it makes me so mad
that i can't sleep at night
bc i toss and turn thinking about what we could be
but we probably won't be
which makes me even angrier and makes me wanna cry
bc i just want to lean my head on his shoulder and him reach for my hand
but it sucks
bc i don't think he wants to
YOU ARE READING
words i'll never say
Poesíadon't read this its probably very triggering i shouldn't publish it but i think it'll make me feel a bit better it's shit too it's not a poem or anything just my thoughts when i'm freaking out over nothing
