3:57 AM, 7/29/2017

There's that pretty girl. She wasn't always the pretty girl, to me at least. She was smart, but before that, rude. 

before that, a stranger, but I liked her- even when she was the rude girl.

There's the smart girl, that smart girl has brown hair, you know- you don't.

When I talked to the smart girl, I gave her my notebook. I scribbled out an essay. 

I knew it was bad, but the smart girl knew it was awful, but she smiled at me- she's pretty. you know- we do, actually.

I turned the essay in, I got an A.

I talked to the pretty girl. I wrote my poems, and she read them, and she smiled, god she so pretty. 

how many lines are in a sonnet? 

do you underline the title of a poem? or a script?

I talked to the pretty girl, she's my friend. I held her hand, because we're friends. I spent the night with her, and I held her, we're friends.It felt so right,

how many lines are in a sonnet?

Her hand belongs in mine,

do you underline the title of a poem, C?

She's my friend, and he skin is so soft,

do you underline the title of a poem, C?

When I held her, I smelt her shampoo. I knew she wasn't mine, her soft skin wasn't mine to touch, her hands not mine to hold, but when I'm on her left, she moves to mine.

she says it feels right. 

I talked to the rude girl. She's very smart, you know- of course, I didn't.

We worked together, I like her dynamic. She's got pretty hand, I like her a's. her hairs chocolate brown, I like brunettes. I didn't think that i'd hold the rude girl's hand. I didn't think that she'd want to hold my left hand, because the, MY left hand felt right to her.

I finally talked to the stranger. She's not so estranged, she's my friends' friend. she plays the cello- yes, we all know. she's first chair, she's the best.

She was left, by our friend. I'd never talked to my not-so-estranged stranger. 

-But I did tonight, I want her to be safe.

I want to protect her from the pain, you know it hurts- of course you do.

3:37 AM, 7/29/2017