What do you do if you're not ready for November? I'm never ready for anything ever since I can remember.
I went on a casual date last night. The guy and the dinner were quite alright. But at our last moment after saying goodbye, he smothered me with kisses and I should have closed my eyes. He had his eyes open too and it all seemed so...fake. Like a forced love song by the lake, like we didn't notice any mistakes.
I pulled away after a minute, saying "Well, that was nice innit". The guy looked at me weird but smiled politely. I've never shut my door so gently but delightedly.
On the ning nang nong where the cows go bong, I'm hopelessly looking for somewhere I belong.
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Turquoise Emotions
PoetryI am trying to cope with my chaotic, hectic self. These are my late-night thoughts.
