there you go again,
walking all over my heart
because the tune you sing haunts me
for months,
and i've fallen in love
with the way you demean me
and make me feel doltish,
and the way you make me feel
like a pathetic fool
because you just love the fact
that i'm a fool for you.
YOU ARE READING
2 am
Ficção Adolescentei sat on my desk until 2 am turning words into art and the blood from my mouth turned into ink.
