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You know that feeling you get in your stomache when your nervous and you think about all these things that just keep adding to this sort of depression you create. It takes over your whole body and your just kind of not right.. It's like your perfectly fine.. and your walking up your stairs and then you stop and realize somethings so wrong. It's one of those times you could probably cry.. I mean you should cry.. But it doesn't matter if you do or don't because the look in your eyes justifies any action your body could make. It's one of those times you feel so sick, your stomache just tells you your fucked.
Your on some floor sleeping, head pressed into a wall. Your so in love. Soooo in love. My left cheek is pressed into white porcelin, hands tangled in a forest green towel on the cold tile floor. It's 1:00 A.M. I glance in the mirror. In shambles.. it's so fucking funny.. haha It's really fucking funny. Lost all hope, retiring to the couch. It's 3 o clock on the dot. My phone screams "Runnaway train never commin back...." Wakes me up. It's you... ohhh its you. You just woke up? You don't sound tired. Thats through an I'm-Sleeping-And-Pretending-I'm-Listening-State-Of-Mind. Reassured. I manage the phone for a while then flip it shut with thoughts of you as I press my face into my bent right arm.
Your centimeters from my face. I can almost taste your individually wrapped twizzlers off your breath. Your smiling. You know that smile when your just so exciting and your about to receive something that makes you so happy. I think it's like that. You say "I...LOVE YOU!!" and widen your eyes for an answer.. Nothing. "I love.......YOU!!!" As fast as you say that you press your left ear into my lips. hmmm nothing.. "I.....Love....YOU!" Ear to lips. I love you! I love you! Ear to lips. I can't stop laughing. Brushing you off, I part my lips and press them into into your right shoulder. Tasting the salt of your skin. Your so real. If whatever I believe this to be while I'm with you.. anything that happeneds outside of my world.. doesn't occur to me. What if I just made you up.
You know that feeling you get in your stomache when your nervous and you think about all these things that just keep adding to this sort of depression you create. It takes over your whole body and your just kind of not right.. It's like your perfectly fine.. and your walking up your stairs and then you stop and realize somethings so wrong. It's one of those times you could probably cry.. I mean you should cry.. But it doesn't matter if you do or don't because the look in your eyes justifies any action your body could make. It's one of those times you feel so sick, your stomache just tells you your fucked.
Your on some floor sleeping, head pressed into a wall. Your so in love. Soooo in love. My left cheek is pressed into white porcelin, hands tangled in a forest green towel on the cold tile floor. It's 1:00 A.M. I glance in the mirror. In shambles.. it's so fucking funny.. haha It's really fucking funny. Lost all hope, retiring to the couch. It's 3 o clock on the dot. My phone screams "Runnaway train never commin back...." Wakes me up. It's you... ohhh its you. You just woke up? You don't sound tired. Thats through an I'm-Sleeping-And-Pretending-I'm-Listening-State-Of-Mind. Reassured. I manage the phone for a while then flip it shut with thoughts of you as I press my face into my bent right arm.
Your centimeters from my face. I can almost taste your individually wrapped twizzlers off your breath. Your smiling. You know that smile when your just so exciting and your about to receive something that makes you so happy. I think it's like that. You say "I...LOVE YOU!!" and widen your eyes for an answer.. Nothing. "I love.......YOU!!!" As fast as you say that you press your left ear into my lips. hmmm nothing.. "I.....Love....YOU!" Ear to lips. I love you! I love you! Ear to lips. I can't stop laughing. Brushing you off, I part my lips and press them into into your right shoulder. Tasting the salt of your skin. Your so real. If whatever I believe this to be while I'm with you.. anything that happeneds outside of my world.. doesn't occur to me. What if I just made you up.