when we spoke of a right pretense

Updated: Aug 7

there are sentences and pretenses, i’ll never understand—

so kiss me at concerts, between books

the way you’re scared to hold my hand

or keep a promise i didn’t ask

for longer than a bike ride strong

and all this is to say—you, could’ve loved me

and i, would’ve let you been wrong




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