dear wren.
so.
um. you came round today, even though i told you not to.
climbed through my window, but i didn't notice. i was buried under my blankets, deep in sleep.
so naturally, you came in, knocking things over in the process, yet i still didn't wake up.
i guess next you pulled down the covers and lay next to me, noticing my baldness and complexion.
then i woke up, saw you, and started crying.
you were staring at me, and you looked so horrified. i felt... ashamed.
then you jumped back out the window.
i don't think you're ever coming back.
i'm sorry.
-grace.
YOU ARE READING
leather jackets.
Teen Fiction| you were standing all alone in that leather jacket of yours that smells like cigarettes and moth balls. you still wear it, even though it's tattered and old. i think it looks lovely on you. |
