What do I think about? Is it love or my family? Or is it a wonder trip and all-nighters?
This is probably the shortest poem I’ve written so far, but I really liked the concept.
Just read it till the end, please! Goodbyes can be such a pain in the ass. I’m not ready for it.
I don’t know why every time his fingers trail my bare waist, I feel much more than just the…