i have a soda to help douse my thoughts
and to recall the events i had sought
the affection i felt remembering your plea to fix your hair
my shy fingers brushed you tenderly with care
i couldn't paint your nails because of your laughing
but they were warm and they were cute
i don't know if this is love
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
