after a deserted love life, too busy getting me out of high school and that hell I met you.
at this party where I crashed, we talked all evening sitting on the front of this house.
you marked me because you made me feel like I existed, if only I'd been in control and you hadn't been
playing.
our friend's majority and my 17th
YOU ARE READING
𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎
Poetrywhat is it ? it's inspired by the idea of mini albums. they represent part ans stories that what we call : THE HEART
