So difficult to be someone else. When I thought everything was going fairly well. It has to be him.
Him and his goddamn looks.
Him and his goddamn heart.
Him and his goddamn kisses.
I wish for once, I wasn’t ashamed of myself.
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Aléatoire❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
