I can't wait to meet you again.
Do you remember how pissed you got when we spoke?
I miss that.
Remember all the verbal matches? All the chases? Your sick, twisted games?
Let me back in; I want to fucking mess with you.
Can't wait to see you again.
YOU ARE READING
Fancy Words
Poetry» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
