brendon,
you came to my house
smelling like booze
and cigarettes,
i know you broke that
nasty habit,
did you pick it up again?
must be the stress.
its okay.
i understand.
you came to my house,
and pushed me to the bedroom,
i let you.
we laid in bed, i fell asleep on
your chest.
i woke up to a pillow
in your place.
whered you go?
YOU ARE READING
dear brendon
Fanfictiondisclaimer i wrote this in 2016 and yes i'm still alive what's good w all of u i'm back for a hot minute thought i'd leave y'all w this mess
