him ☼ f. wolfhard

xiii

t h i r t e e n

i cursed my heart for being
so fucking weak.

forget? how can i forget
when all my heart is screaming is
him.

and as much as i wanted to hate her,
i couldn't she was one of the
sweetest girl i know.

she was in my history class before
she couldn't even hurt a fly.

she was redheaded, with beautiful
green eyes. she was the
definition on perfection,
everything i'm not.