Tag: Old Boyfriend

M.

M.

It’s not that I never knew where I stood with you. The opposite is true. I was the temptress. The one whose hair you liked to pull and who after two beers would be trying to undress me in public. I’m not going to lie. 

J.

J.

We went to high school about a billion years ago or so it seems now. You in your grey Chevy Impala with it’s headers and the chronic case of needing things fixed. Me with a desire to study during spare and you begging me to