the first and only boy that ever told me i was beautiful was you.
of course, you were a drunk, freshman-in-high-school version of yourself, and i was a foolish, seventh grade version of me.
i had yet to learn that the only things you said and meant when you were drunk were the hurtful things.
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
