Turbulence,
A juddering of emotions,
This is stepping up
And drinking hard;
Alcohol is poison
And laughing gas is illegal
But this is while we are young.
So I cheated
In a way,
Even whilst he is waiting for me,
I am kissing other boys,
I am letting them touch me.
I grew up.
I was dancing,
And doing bad things
Because it's all an extra thrill
Because I don't know who I am now.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Petrichor
PoesíaWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}