it's the shy conversations at first

do not allow the world to turn you thick skinned to the point that you feel nothing.

a buoyant feeling flashed through your smile, it was a sense of camaraderie--

yet your lips tastes like apple chapstick, i use cherry.

to no one haha 😬

She's a poet who tryna write In this beautiful starlit night.

"Every lovelorn jerk is the victim of bad timing and someone else's poor decision making."- Joshua Ferris

"...I hate me because I can't hate you."

long prose ahead