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I'm stronger than this, I told you that, the last night we were in town. You just laughed and rolled over, stealing half the covers off my shivering body. your jet black hair was toussled and I was mad that my hair couldn't look that perfect when waking up.
I'm better than this, I told you that, when I realized things weren't going the way we had planned. What exactly did I want, you asked consistantly. I didn't know, I don't know, and I never will know. All I knew then was you weren't right, and it wasn't right, and nothing felt right. I felt broken down, and run over, and spit at and wasted. you were jealous of others eyes, and thier passes and second guesses. You were jealous of the girls, you were jealous of the boys, anybody who talked to me and held my attention away from you, you were jealous of.
You held the switchboard, I told you that, and you knew what buttons to press. cry on demand. yell on demand. scream on demand. see also: moan, groan, laugh, smile. The problem was you liked to press the first three, and every day we fought. and every day I got sick of you, and every day I wished I never met you. but I couldn't survive without you.
I cried over you, I told you that, and you threw it in my face. saying I never called, playing the victim. and a boy is never worth my tears and therefore my time. I'm unattainable, uncatchable, nobody holds my attention for very long. The ones I want I cant have, and the ones I have I don't want.
you know my secrets, I told you that, and now you've spilled it. it's such a mess, and I can't clean it up now. I never NEVER expected you to either.
the last night we were in town, we kissed under a broken streetlight, that flickered catching the good, the bad, and the worst parts about you. inside my mind the wheels were turning and I wanted to run, but I was frozen, in a sense that I couldnt run, I was too afraid.
I'm better than this, I told you that, when I realized things weren't going the way we had planned. What exactly did I want, you asked consistantly. I didn't know, I don't know, and I never will know. All I knew then was you weren't right, and it wasn't right, and nothing felt right. I felt broken down, and run over, and spit at and wasted. you were jealous of others eyes, and thier passes and second guesses. You were jealous of the girls, you were jealous of the boys, anybody who talked to me and held my attention away from you, you were jealous of.
You held the switchboard, I told you that, and you knew what buttons to press. cry on demand. yell on demand. scream on demand. see also: moan, groan, laugh, smile. The problem was you liked to press the first three, and every day we fought. and every day I got sick of you, and every day I wished I never met you. but I couldn't survive without you.
I cried over you, I told you that, and you threw it in my face. saying I never called, playing the victim. and a boy is never worth my tears and therefore my time. I'm unattainable, uncatchable, nobody holds my attention for very long. The ones I want I cant have, and the ones I have I don't want.
you know my secrets, I told you that, and now you've spilled it. it's such a mess, and I can't clean it up now. I never NEVER expected you to either.
the last night we were in town, we kissed under a broken streetlight, that flickered catching the good, the bad, and the worst parts about you. inside my mind the wheels were turning and I wanted to run, but I was frozen, in a sense that I couldnt run, I was too afraid.