She reread their
old texts remembering
the good times;Â the
bittersweet memories
-Jas©
She reread their
old texts remembering
the good times;Â the
bittersweet memories
-Jas©
you’re the good times
and the bad ideas
the unforgettable
memories and the
regrettable missed
moments
-Jas©
It feels so bad
to be good;
unfamiliar skin
uncomfortable to
the touch;
alien thoughts
taking over mine;
I’m not myself
when I’m trying
for you.
-Jas©
 I’ll be the good
girl you want, for now
but I wont stay this
way for long.
-Jas©
We’re good most days,
until something reminds
you of the past, my issues,
and we relive it all over again.
-Jas©
I want one.
Okay maybe not just one,but I’ve always been in love with that idea.
Obviously, I wouldn’t be quite comfortable going old school and giving my address out,yet;however, I’ve heard about this invention called the internet and email.
I’m a really good listener.
And I get bored and lonely (how sad),sometimes reading or music just doesnt help.
And I promise it wouldn’t get weird.
Correction , it may get a little weird 😮
P.s this is the shit that happens when the boyfriend decides to sleep.