“it felt like
putting pen to paper
hiding under your covers
in this house"
he’s wearing
my best paint splattered blouse,
and i want to look past him,
see what the new people
have done with the front yard,
but i feel like it’s first year
sitting nervously in a room
full of new people
and i just want to kiss him
to hide the fact
i don’t care about the past
anymore, i don’t want to pretend
to care about anything but him, 
this isn’t high school.

Author: angus macnaghten

cynical and cyclical, hit me up, ajmacnaghten@hotmail.co.uk

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