Today,
You said you were afraid of me leaving.
That you love me,
That you never want to lose me,
Over fake, disgusting
School lunches.
Deep brown eyes boring into
Stormy gray ones,
Lips turning up
In a smile.
I have a migraine
And I want to go home,
But get over here
So I can give you a hug.
"You're so
Adorable."
"Only to you,"
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Poésie"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
