The one with the nerdy glasses

Dirty feet. Blood. Your hand on my shoulder. Rectangular glasses with black frame. A single poster. Green pen. Sweets. Your bed. Getting comfy with someone else. Cruel glances. Clothes. Clothes all over the place. Narrow steps. Hight. White walls. Daybreak. Wishes. Pecks. I hate you. Slow, measured speech. Long eyelashes. Dehydration. Hydration. Smoky make-up. Swollen lips. Black pants. I still hate you. Brown. Don’t just sit there! Tension. Broad shoulders. Thoughts running wild. Silky strands. Ink-black shine. Don’t bite your lips when you look at me! I hate you so much. Non-smoking. The smell of cigarettes. Windows open. You, ripping the door open. You don’t wanna see me like this, trust me. Tear me into pieces. And so you would. Someone’s hand on your shoulder. She’s holding you back. Dark irises. Dilated pupils. You’re hammered. And furious. You’re gripping my shoulder. I lean against you for balance. I. Hate. You.

God, I really need to sleep, like, so, so, so badly. Just leave me alone already.

JBV