you smelled
of weed, beer, Juicy perfume
the night we woke up together.
we haven't spoken since
and i don't really want to either
-to a one night stand
YOU ARE READING
This Is Where You Learn to Move On
PoetryThe random thoughs, the missing pieces of puzzles that I will never click together. Bits and pieces that won't end up in a manuscript. Highest Ranking: 16 in Poetry cover credits to the outstanding @eccentriphilia
