um so i've been writing a lot of girl loves girl but girl doesn't love girl back idk why
you smiled at me earlier (although maybe it was at him) and last year you held my hand (although i think you were just trying to pull me along) and on the last day of school last year you told me you loved me (you meant it in a best friend way) and the other day you kissed me (it was one am, we were both drunk, and you just wanted to break the rules, after all, who doesn't love a bad girl?) and you started changing your look, wearing lipstick and leather jackets and all i could think was love, love, love (but you were only doing it to impress him) and maybe i'm fucked, but who cares, because i love you. goddamnit, i love you.
YOU ARE READING
broodings
Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
