Every time I write a bio it disappears.
My dad says she's beautiful and runs his thumb gently over her forehead. I look down at a pale face, a pair of blue eyes, a nose.. I can't see what he sees. I see nothing of myself in her.
My best friend laughs at me and tells me I should work for customs. Cuz if I think a guy is cute, he's probably done something stupid..
You were a drug, it's plain to see. You were a drug to me. And every night I spent with you, you took a piece of me. You were my high, misleading me. You would not let me be.
I kissed you and told you 'I love you'. You hugged me and said 'I care about you too'. That's when I knew that you didn't..