Because I am the clear and articulate girl that I am

FUCK FUCK FUCKITY FUCK FUCK SHIT.

I really want to crawl back into bed now. My head hurts.

Because someone complained that I never updated this...

It’s easy to slip back into awkward phases
Tongue tied days of adolescence
Writing wishful poetry along margin lines
So afraid to make a move
Would it be too forward to reach for your hand
Or dance a while on the bed
I swear there’s a million things I would do
You’d only have to ask


*Happy now?*