Personal · Thoughts

Ghost Town

After a while you fall in love again, just like your friends predicted.
I’m pretty sure they didn’t mean this.
Memories of awkward silences become I-love-you’s, careless shrugs turn into whispers of I’ll-kill-the-man-who-dares-to-lay-eyes-on-you.
That’s what you get for being drunk in the middle of the day, listening to sad love songs.

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