"This boy told me he loved me, and I want so badly to get butterflies and to grab him and kiss him because I think he's good, ya know, maybe he won't break me.
But everytime he says it, I just get sick because I can't stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me and probably never meant it."
YOU ARE READING
James.
Poetry"you are a work of art, not everyone will understand you. but the one's who do, will never forget about you."
