school ends tomorrow, and it's bittersweet
i know i'll miss wizzer grabbing my waist and pulling me closer every time we leave drama class.
or perhaps i'll miss the girl who always smiles at me when we meet
at our lockers.
i know that i won't return next semester, but
maybe this year will be different.
i need to find some wood to knock on
YOU ARE READING
ready to run
Teen Fictionmy presence is trivial my soul is in anguish my veins crave the connection of a human touch yet here i stay, with a packed bag under my bed ready to run to the next identity i will adopt (this story is written roughly - sorry)
