WYD?

Homework.

Nah, scratch that.

Backspace.

Listening to this one song. It reminds me of you.

No way.

Backspace.

Smiling.

Who says that?

Backspace.

I’m just listening to music.

Staring at the ceiling.

And I’m thinking about you.

I’ve got a smile on my face that won’t go anywhere,

As long as you don’t.

Which unusual for me.

But when you pop into my mind,

I can’t help but feel ecstatic.

The way your glasses sit in front of your bright green eyes.

And

The way you laugh

Can instantly change my day from an absolute shitshow

to a day where nothing could possibly bring me down.

Until I start to reason.

I’m not enough.

How

Why

Would someone like me have you?

So I guess I’m just confused.

Backspace,

Backspace,

Backspace.

Nothing much. What about you?