She told me she thought it was cute the way I scrunched my nose to push my glasses back up. I didn't think anyone noticed. She asked me why when I lay on my side, I sometimes put my arm in the air I tell her I didn't even know I did that. We face each other well we're sleeping she puts her leg between mine I place my arms around her. I may have been in love with her. I recall the time we took shots in my basement and she called her boyfriend and the jealousy in me boiled till it burst all over the floor. We blamed it on the vodka. I wonder now if it was truly the vodka. Do friends hold hands well falling asleep? Was your love language touch or did you just like touching me. You're the only friendship I've ever had where my dad questioned my sexuality. You couldn't stop holding me. We're you in love with me?
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
