dear caden,
i hate you. i really do.
i hate your pearly white smile. i hate your stupid little dimples. i hate the way your head rolls back every single damn time you laugh, and jesus christ i can't stand the sound of your voice.
and dammit caden, i hate the way you point out the big dipper when we lay out on the grass in my backyard looking up at the stars, because i hate the fact that you have me wrapped around your finger the second you speak astronomically.
i hate the way your hazel eyes turn green in the sun and i despise the fact that my hatred turns to love the second they do, because god dammit i've always had a thing for green eyes.
but what i hate the most is the thought of not being able to control my love for those stupid ass jokes you text me at 3 am
and damn i hate that i love you
yours (sadly),
piper
YOU ARE READING
caden
Poetrya series of letters caden will never read - piper © xnycophiliax [ two-thousand-&-fourteen ] lower case intended ( disclaimer ; i do not own the cover art - credit to whoever drew it )
