My soaking wet hair is messily wrapped in a towel and I'm not wearing anything under this sweatshirt.
//You meant so much more to me than I ever let you see//
I never thought I'd miss an oblivious cripple such as yourself but I do and it burns.
((I tried to contact you last night and received no reply))
You touched her waist to jokingly push her away but somehow she got even closer to you.
I'm not quite sure how I should feel amymore.
/maybe you're just a lost cause/
Maybe I just need to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Requins
PoetrySome words thrown together, forming something along the lines of poetry.