My name is Abby. I am 19 years old.
He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all...
I remember wondering how someone s… could be so cruel; i was addicted to the pain you caused addicted to how much you said you…
He wears a mask to hide his identity, he wears a mask to hide his true feelings Behind his mask:
i had to end it. that’s what kills me i wanted us to work so bad ; but, he didn’t try
Sometimes i write poetry about you on the internet: Strangers who never met either of… think you’re cruel
His kisses. are like heaven that give me chills down my spine; His touch,
