I'm queer
Get over it
Pt. 2
I've told her she's beautiful everyday since the first day we met. I don't know if she crinkles her nose when she laughs, but she asks to take me out for some spaghetti. I told her I would clear my schedule. I am trying to clear my schedule. I am trying to make her know I have the time for her. I am afraid to give her the time of day. The last girl I gave my heart to swallowed it whole and uses my blood to finger paint. She's bloody beautiful and I've always let her know that. I hate her now. And I hate her even more when I realize she's the first girl I've ended up bruised and broken tripping for a kiss.
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