Phan5everx2

i. my sternum grows tight when i remember you ii. blessed be the boys that learn to forget her (the girl with wired eyes and cruel words and fixed smiles) and praise be unto the lord— the one that he doesn't believe in— that you live in separate worlds. iii. who knows what love feels like? in this day and age, all i can remember is needles and desperation, and waiting for a text message— and god, does it feel like that with you. but lighter. so much lighter. iv. sometimes, we're terrible friends. and sometimes we're witches and magic and living and lilac eyes that know more than they should. sometimes i wonder if marke

i. my sternum grows tight when i remember you ii. blessed be the boys that learn to forget her (the girl with wired eyes and cruel words and fixed smiles) and praise be unto the lord— the one that he doesn't believe in— that you live in separate worlds. iii. who knows what love feels like? in this day and age, all i can remember is needles and desperation, and waiting for a text message— and god, does it feel like that with you. but lighter. so much lighter. iv. sometimes, we're terrible friends. and sometimes we're witches and magic and living and lilac eyes that know more than they should. sometimes i wonder if marke