let me know
when you're leaving
so i can bump into you
on our way out
and we can pretend
we're meeting
all over again- my last resort
YOU ARE READING
For All the Hopeless Romantics
PoetryFor all the girls who never got enough from the world so they looked in boys and in books until they realized words on paper were far more impressionistic than a boy could ever be.
Part 24
let me know
when you're leaving
so i can bump into you
on our way out
and we can pretend
we're meeting
all over again- my last resort