My heart beats in its cage
I found this piece of paper inside my notebook, its being probably a month or more since I wrote it.
And I still havent found what Im looking for.
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I curled my tongue down my throat just to find he was still inside me.
That was the last line I wrote before I fall sleep yesterday. I dont remember writing down at thought.
It´s been almost 4 months since I last kissed him,You. My so called very own and exclusive Julian Casablancas, and since that day everything has been a lie.
I say I over him but I can still remember the way his hair smells and the way his ribs look under his shirt. I say I dont care but I slow down when I drive near the place we met and close my eyes to see him again.
Last sunday I went to the Dirty Pretty Things gig just because he hates them, He says Carl Barat and Pete Doherty shouldn´t be on different bands because they were genius together.
I think Carl is a genius on his own and Pete just a junkie, but indeed belong together. Im Pete I guess.
Standing outside the venue in this que of beautiful young men made me picture him next to them, there. Perfect.
So I dont know how I should feel about him. I guess four months isnt enough to forget that kind of hair, eyes, hands, ribs, lips, golden touch, bones, bones, bones, eyelashes, skin, freckels, feet, smell, nails, love, lover, bones, neck, jawline, teeth, spiders in his mind, looks, love, clothes, bones, confidence, hair, presence, hair, feelings, The feelings, jokes, bones, comments, voice, fingers, knees, laughs, arms around my neck, humming, thoughts, secrets, chats, kisses, regrets, fights, kisses, love, bones kisses, love, bones.
There, that´s the real him. just for you and me.