dear wren,
things have been changing between us.
you've been treating me an awful lot better, and i know it's not because you pity me.
your mother tells me not to ask about your childhood, so i'm guessing it has something to do with that.
you seem like you're doing better. i think you've stopped smoking for a bit.
good man, you are.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| 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. |
