These thoughts just keep spinning through my head,
Thoughts of him,
Thoughts of that night,
Thoughts of his motives,
I'm starting to realize that he made me fall for him so he could do that with me saying "okay",
Did my cousin know it was happening from the start?
Was he in on it?
Why would you let something like that happen?
The smallest things things trigger memories,
The smallest things trigger memories of stories he told me,
He continually made himself seem cooler, better.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Poetry
PoetryWhen I was feeling addicted and like I had no way out. Here's to addiction *just fucking kidding*
