boys i have trusted

castillo

sometimes i think about how you tattooed the drawing i made for you onto your ankle.
a little mushroom with big eyes.
you gave it a name.

i think about last summer— when you cut your hair the way i told you.

about the time you said you liked the cover song i sent you.
i didn't know as much about music as you— i didn't even know it was a cover, but i did know that you probably didn't like it very much.

i got sick.
you told me you'd be pissed if i died and called me at 5:30 in the morning when i woke up in a hospital bed. you made me laugh and i told you to stop because my stitches hurt, and that you were stupid, stupid idiot who isn't funny.
i didn't mean it.

you used to get angry at me (the sweet kind).
you'd call me names. (sometimes bitch, mostly pretty girl)
you wore your jeans high on your waist and did a lot of drugs. all of your friends were older than you.
i should have known.

i wonder if she likes your tattoo.
if she ever asked about it, and if you told her about me when she did (you didn't).
i wonder if she thinks your hair looks good.

i wonder why you did it all.
i wonder why i care so much.

this man is my 13th reason <3 anyways do y'all want to see the tattoo ??