the first time you called me
honey,
i felt gross actually (because i'm not used to it)
but i get used to it eventually
you called me names
myprincess
myloves
sugarplum
and asked me what do i want
i said they were gross
and you respond: honey, stop whining
you were smiling,
i did too.
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poésiefrom like to love to hate then start at the beginning again, it was like a cycle, a cycle that i wanted to end yet i can't because i love the every edge of his imperfections, and his perfect flaws [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #48 | short story...
