you just can't deny the fact that you have feelings for her
when her white face paint is plastered all over yours,
like this bloody snow that just won't stop.
i read your letter in bed last night, about how you have a love for me, and care so deeply for me.
i woke up to your all too familiar weekend activities.
"and the worst thing is that you blame yourself."
well, what else can i do.
i like the way you write
ReplyDeleteyou're the only person i know with a blog, so make more posts! i'd like to read them