🪼•~𝓡𝓮𝓸 °𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 ~•🪼

I still remember that December 3rd, me in your sweater. You said it looked better on me than on you. If only you knew how much I like you. But I look into your eyes as she walks by, so much joy in those tired eyes, brighter than the blue sky. Today I was walking down the halls and saw Heather in your sweater, with your arm around her shoulders. How could I hate her? She's an angel. But I wish she were dead. How I wish I were Heather.

Inmate, you see Heather walking by, that girl is mesmerizing. Inmate: "Why did I think you could kiss me? I'm not even half as cute."