stop using my name. you're tainting the sound it brings to my ears.
overreaction is one of my best abilities. and for some reason, it feels like i'm overreacting now. that i'm just confused and acting out. but deep down, it doesn't feel like it. this is what you have done over and over again. you keep giving me these faint hopes, just to do something completely stupid to destory it all. why can't you just be honest? you're so damn fucking sneaky it makes me angry. so passive agressive. just tell me you don't want any part of me after you've had a taste. just tell me you only pick me up when you have no other option. just tell me you get bored.
fuck you. in a few months or sometime longer, you'll pick me up again like an old toy from childhood, have your fun and throw me aside again. you're so fickle it disgusts me.
the terrible news is this, i will never learn. everytime you come around, i will be waiting to take you back in to have you leave me yet again.
we'll talk later? stop using my name. you're tainting the sound it brings to my ears.
i find myself having reaccuring dreams. mostly nonsense about nothing at all, but this one in particular scared me.
there's the dreams of children, of death, disaster, and then there's those dreams where you come to realize that you have feelings for someone that you didn't think you had.
time after time, excitement after excitement, not thinking anything at all.
actually creating an environment, a relationship with someone that would make feelings unable to grow even the slightest bit.
but now things seem to make a little bit more sense, and i think these feelings might persist. i don't much want them to, but sometimes i cannot control certain aspects of who i am.
keep it hidden and sometimes wonder 'what if?'.
here's to the dreams i dream too often, and all the strangers that will not leave them.
i remember that night we met, not the first, but the with the most substance. i remember wrestling around with you, limbs entagled, hands turned to fists. the alcohol on your breath. that my skin actually bruised. and those moments where we stop to take a breath and i was able to stare into your eyes. your fingers grazed my lips, and i was unable to find your intentions. it was mostly quiet.
sunrise and i was homeward bound, thoughts flowing from my head.
