the arctic monkeys series [5sos]

04

"Feeling better?"

I asked

Pushing the tub aside.

The clock was still ticking

Quickly approaching midnight

When the zeros would line up

On the twenty four hour clock.

"Kind of."

I crossed my legs

And twisted to face her.

"Well

How can I help?"

She shrugged.

"I can tell jokes?"

She shrugged again.

The enthusiasm had left her eyes

And her facial features turned down.

"Are you ready?

Uh,

How did the Italian chef die?"

"How?"

"He pasta way!"

A small smile appeared on her face

Marking a large victory for me.

Just seeing her lips curve up

Was enough to make me happy.

"How often do I make

Jokes about chemistry?"

"How often?"

"Periodically."

Her smile turned into a giggle.

"You're not bad,

Hemmings."

'Not bad'

Gave me a spark of hope

Even though a part of me knew

That it probably still meant

'I would never give us a chance.'

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aw my baby

i really love writing poems have i ever mentioned that

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