How could you ever expect me to be okay with going back to just friends?
After you kissed me on the grass that sunny first day.
After you refused to let go of me.
After you told me how much I mean to you.
After you told me your secret.
After you didn't want to scare me away.
After you told me I was yours.
After you told me you wanted a relationship with me.
After our drunken teasing last weekend.
After everything.
There's no going back for me.
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poesíamore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
