I give you the jumper of the boy that only has eyes for me, the one that had been draped around my shoulders whilst I was watching you. You try to refuse because my skin is burning in the night air too, I don’t let you. Just don’t you shiver, I don’t feel the cold if I can see you shaking. I think I’m turning you into something else, my mind is broken, I may be able to change your heart but I will never be able to change your mind. Your tender touches are only drunken mistakes that you wont remember in the morning and I cannot keep them like treasures anymore.
bits and pieces of what could be anything