
the boy from mineola
There was a recognition in your eyes, a gentle curiosity that mirrored my own.

if he loved me
To the boy who hurt me, and the man who lives in the mirror, consider this my resignation.

There was a recognition in your eyes, a gentle curiosity that mirrored my own.
To the boy who hurt me, and the man who lives in the mirror, consider this my resignation.
he was my first, but I never told him.