Noah Kahan
- Stick Season
I love Vermont but it's the season of the sticks. And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed. And it's half my fault but I just like to play the victim. I'll drink alcohol until my friends come home for Christmas. And I'll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have but I did not lose. Now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes. And I'm split in half but that'll have to do.
anonymous
They sprawl on the grass together and look up at the sky. It's too bright in London, with the metropolis spilling light out into the vastness of space, but they can pretend to stargaze.
Anonymous
He had seen plenty of boys at St Edmund's trying to push their limits like that - the problem was, some limits weren't fences. Sometimes they were edges; with nothing on the other side.
anonymous
He wished they would invite him, just once. He wished he wasn't always the one left out, he wished he knew how it felt to have a friend as close as James. More than ever, he wanted someone to talk to.
anonymous
Sorry isn't good enough. Your guilt isn't good enough. I need you to feel it too. I trusted you. I trusted you with every last secret, I offered you every piece of me. What else have I got now? I could kill you. I could bash your teeth in so you choke on them, I could wrap my hands around your throat and squeeze, I could rip you to pieces, I could, I could, I could kiss you, you fucking bastard.
