why am I mad
why am I mad at you like I’m in love with you?
I watch her put her hand on your shoulder where my lips had been
a part of me winces like being upset about it is a sin
I don’t own him
he has his own volition
but why do I still wish...
I watch her put her hand on your shoulder where my lips had been
a part of me winces like being upset about it is a sin
I don’t own him
he has his own volition
but why do I still wish...