as much as it hurt
to hear you mumble her name instead of mine,
i brushed it off then silently cried
pretending your lips
mouthed “keagan”,
hoping you’d mumble my name
one night in time.
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Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
