Sep 05, 2010 00:15
Why am I bothered by you, who doesn't even bother.
I am impressed by my ridiculous self to be able to convince myself of a lie I created.
I was actually convinced that I don't miss you anymore, obviously a lie.
I wonder who calls you at night now to make you laugh, tell you jokes, share the world.
Because my nights without such calls have become unnaturally uncomfortable.
I stone at the silence of my room, I stone at the silence of the dead phone line. I see your face everywhere along the streets, not kidding. Any girl with long straight black hair, fair complexion, similar height, that's you I see. I am seeing things.
I either want you back in my life as my girl, or totally out of my life. If you read this, choose girl. I don't want to be friends that's for sure. I never wanted to when I first met you.
till then, my heart still sinks at every 6 letters that spell out your name.