I always knew
you would be the first to leave.
I saw you
marking your exit
months before you finally
sipped liquid courage
and walked away.
i don’t think brown eyes get enough love it’s always those blue and hazel fuckers that get the praise and attention. you’re too afraid to look me in the eyes and face the chocolate-y abyss.
my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
but he’s like, I’m lactose intolerant