I'M Not Titling This
God this boy, I remember when
He’d giggle and kiss me
And ask “Hey are we
good?” in the dark after soccer
and he’d keep five promposals right next to his locker.
Even though he said not to ask,
I’d found it the most enjoyable task.
God, this boy, he’s ruined me for other men.
Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017
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