A trip down memory lane is always fun.
It's even more fun knowing everything I do now about you
and your shitty little antics that come back to bite me in the ass.
Do you know how scared you make me?
How petrified I am of having the same classes with you,
how terrifying it is to catch your wandering eye and have you stare at me.
And how horrible it is that my brain can't grasp the concept of hating you.
I love you.
.. If that wasn't already obvious.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
