TOO GOOD.

|twenty eight

what's your problem?

why can't you just leave me alone for once?

honestly,

i'm so sick of your shit.

i got up to look for you,

to finally tell you to stop,

but you roughly pushed me inside the boys bathroom and locked the door.

you told me how sorry you were,

and you kissed my lips over and over.

you kept muttering the same apology.

this time,

my feelings got the better of me,

and i kissed you back.

proving to myself just how big of a pushover i am.