dear boy who cries when i'm around,
you left my house yesterday with tears flooding down your face. you came back to my house today the same way.
"what are you doing here?" i asked.
"i forgot something," you responded.
"okay, you can come in and get it."
"i don't need to."
"then why-"
you kissed me and it was rough and it was nice and your lips were chapped probably from crying, but that was fine.
i invited you inside.
from, boy who is watching you sleep on my bed.
