she doesn’t want a boyfriend
“I don’t need anymore friends…”
she’s done sleeping with strangers,
letting undeserving boys into
he’s not like any of the previous ones
especially the last.
white like a glass of milk,
stark against the memory of the bitterness of almond and chocolates.
he sees your impulses as harmful.
he might be right.
Anxious all day after talking all night,
nose bleed upon awakening from troubled dreams
.Hiding your phone under your bed
so you won’t be tempted to say something that can’t be unsaid over text.
“I thought I was over this shit.”