

you're doing this to yourselfThe first day we met. V for vendetta, you told me, and showed me the scar. We walked down the street to the pizza place, for soda. You explained your past to me: depression, drugs, cutting, drinking, smoking, ex-boyfriend, et cetera. I was intimidated. I was speechless. I was incredibly awkward. And then humiliated because of this. After dinner we went home, and to my room. Our first kiss was uncomfortable, nervous, talking too fast and walking too slow. We were listening to the Rocky Horror soundtrack.Drag queens and rainbows, a live band, and the taste of rum and coke on your tongue. On my tongue too. Smiles, laughter, dusk andyou're doing this to yourself
Whisper.