I wish I could use the same advice I give you when it's 11pm and your heart is broken and everything's spiraling out of control.
I wish you would smile at me the same way I smile at you and know just how crazy I feel sometimes about you.
I wish I could tell you some things aren't okay but I don't want to bother you or remind you of him.
I wish everything was different. That we could go back to the time when I blushed every time you caught me staring, when you would laugh at my stupid jokes and awful attempts at flirting.
I wish we never had to grow up.
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoesiaJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
