we tried loving and then went straight to hate. we tried movie nights and red lipstick, failed chemistry, got grounded, and went to a bonfire we were too young for. you shot fireworks into the neighbor’s hedge. i laughed while wearing your shirt. we tried it all. and then went straight for the tequelia in the upstairs fridge, because being drunk was better than not being in love with you.
Perfectly Imperfect Me 