Boy: You know how when a guy meets a girl, and all he thinks about is sex?
Me: Sure
Boy: Well, all he wants is to hold your hand.
Hospitals give me the creepers. I'm extremeeely glad you're home, I love you.
To you, that was the last time. Sigh.
About This
- She's Julunky
- Chicago, Guam
- I'M NOT a poet, an artist or an aspiring writer. I just do this because a thousand explosions in the night means nothing if not felt and described. I write because no one knows.
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