i don't miss you.

i'm keeping it, your secret, i mean. OUR secret. she'd better not ever hurt you, or i'll break her heart with it, and protect you with mine.

when i feel completely alone, i spell your name in sign language

it was a strange night, i'm not sure i liked any part of it

i'm getting over you

you reached out for me as we passed each other on the stairs

she will never know what we saw together
it was summer

and it will kill her.

you lost my sweet-smelling hooded sweatshirts, my loping walk towards you, the art exhibition in my room, the little heartbeat nestled between us, the colours swirling around everyone except you...

mondays are fucking stupid.