there was a time
you accussed me,
two timer!
i asked who
you said: you!
i asked how come? i didn't even have a boyfriend
you said you were jealous with your brother
i blushed,
was it because i asked you about him too
- if he was okay
i said: i am worried for the two of you
you said: i hate you
i said: silly, jealous your face
you said: bad
i respond: i know you're playing mister
and you laugh
YOU ARE READING
hunter ▸ book one
Poetryfrom 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...
