Hey girl, I know the idea of being alone freaks you out. This is a poem for you.
I will never guess wrong. Even if the teacher sears me to death with his gaze, if I rot in my chair, or if I make a fool of myself by keeping silent, I will never guess wrong. My heart thuds beneath my ribcage, a cold sweat breaks out on my palms, and I can… Continue reading Guessing Wrong