Text from Carter
Do you know how hard it is? I'm not going to let someone else call her his. I can't imagine someone calling her beautiful when she wears a new dress, her mother would kill her for.
Someone kissing every inch of her body the way I did when she's feels insecure.
Someone else to give her forehead kisses before she falls asleep on his chest instead of mine. His going to hold her hair as she throws up after the after party. His gonna stroke her hair and take care of her the way I did.
I don't want someone else kissing her lips after coming home from a beautiful date with her. Another guy walking her home and kissing her before she enters her house in front of her dad. She has someone else to make her laugh, and dance. Dance the way she used to with me. Man I still love her. I can't fucking let her go. I can't see her with anyone else but me. I need to get her back. I love her. I'm not going to let something this great go. She's the best thing that's happen to me. And losing her is the worst. I'm not going to stop till I have her in my arms again. I miss my baby girl.
Delivered. Thursday 1.34 am.
~Hannah
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Better Off Said.
PoetryA book of quotes and poems I've made. The smiles and tears. Throughout the years. I pore my mind into this book. For your eyes to take a look. Stories of just a teenager. Hurt. Pain. Trauma. Love. What life has for all of us.
