the time i spent with you during the bus ride was the best ever. we sat beside each other, never even talking. though, i regretted not opening my mouth, i knew then it was a moment. i sat beside you and that was the closest distance i ever had with you since you danced with me at prom. your presence is all i ever need. screw you for liking other girls. screw you for not liking me. screw you for making me feel this way. why am i thinking of you? why am i writing this? such bullshit it is for me to feel this way and to think about the bus ride.
-c.d.c.
YOU ARE READING
pen, paper, and coffee
Poesíasets of words composed by a girl who's constantly trying to figure herself out -c.d.c.
