you waited at my doorstep today, chin in hand and a expressionless face. you waited for hours, three to be exact. for those three hours, i watched you from the oak tree. you became impatient, you looked around every ten minutes, you even dodged my mother's appearance once in a while.
what did you want?
aren't you sick of people calling you a freak too?
YOU ARE READING
trying.
Poetry"I'm okay ̶ ̶ really, I'm fine," © playlist bangtan boys h.r. : #111 in poetry
