dear wren,
you saw me today, walking towards you.
i figured you would walk away from me, the freak balloon with her head stuffed in a beanie.
but you didn't.
you asked if we could talk after school, so i said yes.
i'm currently waiting for you to hop through my window.
you're late. as usual.
i'm just happy you're coming at all.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Roman pour Adolescents| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
