studying in my dorm room
there'd always be a voice in my head
telling me to go back to her
that maybe there's a chance for us
did i want there to be?
i don't know
all i knew
were that these thoughts were driving me insane
the voices just wouldn't s h u t u p
so i shut them up
i kissed her
when i wrote the title of this chapter, i seriously started writing avery instead of macy.
i wanted to sort of run a story idea through you guys. i haven't started writing it or planning for it in any way, i just have the idea. basically, a religious christian falls in love with an atheist and they discuss religion and their future together, etc. it'd be written like rochambeau, but a bit more sentence-y in the chapters. so i just wanted to know if you guys would be interested in reading about that. let me know in the comments :)
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Mendacity
Poetryhe loved me and cherished me and told me i was beautiful. it was terrible that he didn't know i couldn't feel the same way. ♔all lowercase intended♔
