The life of the party.

I shivered under his covers
After hot basement nights,
Knowing I’d never love another
There’d be no greater plight
Than him, the life of the party.
And instead of chewing my mouth cheeks
I should’ve begged him to love me-
(But I’m nothing but my anxiety)
And my hands were on the car keys,
Because his phone was at an angle.
Maybe I’m not the one,
But I just wanted to see him happy-
Reguardless;
I’ll always love his bed sheets,
And holding his rough hands
(Knowing he didn’t have to)
But sometimes, he wanted to want to.

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