can I let you in on a secret? I laid in his bed and I thought of another.
Letting him go was a hit of fresh air.
I laid in his bed and brought our lips together in a sloppy attempt to not look at him
I looked at all my failed romances and took it upon myself to write screenplay
but love is not a car
You cannot go to a junkyard and expect to walk out with the qualities he is lacking
You cannot take a boy and make him a puppet for your bad adaptation of Shakespeare
The pieces never fit and he never laughed at my jokes
I didn’t feel a thing when he touched me and the drive home always felt like an eternity