I've waited years, what's a few more?
Your remarkable resemblance to Jethro Gibbs makes my stomach turn.
Knots even.
Like that feeling in the middle of our stomach as you drive yourself to the dentist.
It's disrupting.
His hair cut, his half smile, this over dramatic last sentence, the way his nasal cavities swell under the eyes from being tired or hung over. I think he sunburns the same way as you. Do you drink whiskey too? It would only deem fitting.
But thanks, you've ruined NCIS for me. I suppose that's a good thing, of all the things you could have ruined, i'd rather it was a TV show than anything else.
So let's just stop there. Let's leave it at that and move away from the thought in the back of my head.
I don't think i have enough pink stuff to compete with the feelings i go through whenever you pop into my life.
Nonchalant, as i know you are good at, slip out the back door and leave your coping mechanisms to yourself.
Keep her out of it and let me deal with the consequences.
It's never been more difficult (in my entire life) to hide how i really felt. I was never good at lying and my did you choose quite a day to do it.
Ya know what? Fuck you.
I just realized this. F you for choosing that day, of all the days, to approach me.
What were you thinking? Public place - as if I'd throw punches? Heightened sense of happiness - so i would be more calm and approachable?
And five minutes?!?!? Five minutes to explain years of confusion, years of lost hope, years of waiting for... nothing.
Years. Remember that. It wasn't months or a year, but years. And yes, i walked away first, so i seem like the bad person, but what was i walking away from? Carelessness, selfishness, un-involvement, incapability to appreciate what lies before you. Who's really the bad person?
There's so so much to say. More than I should, more than I ever will. I keep waiting it out. Waiting out the feeling, the need to explain myself as if it will just disappear. If i can just hold it in, and wait, it'll all pass, dissipate and relieve me of this need to vomit whenever i think of you.
Maybe if i just wait... i waited years... what's a few more...
It's all just C4 and jackhammers.
Knots even.
Like that feeling in the middle of our stomach as you drive yourself to the dentist.
It's disrupting.
His hair cut, his half smile, this over dramatic last sentence, the way his nasal cavities swell under the eyes from being tired or hung over. I think he sunburns the same way as you. Do you drink whiskey too? It would only deem fitting.
But thanks, you've ruined NCIS for me. I suppose that's a good thing, of all the things you could have ruined, i'd rather it was a TV show than anything else.
So let's just stop there. Let's leave it at that and move away from the thought in the back of my head.
I don't think i have enough pink stuff to compete with the feelings i go through whenever you pop into my life.
Nonchalant, as i know you are good at, slip out the back door and leave your coping mechanisms to yourself.
Keep her out of it and let me deal with the consequences.
It's never been more difficult (in my entire life) to hide how i really felt. I was never good at lying and my did you choose quite a day to do it.
Ya know what? Fuck you.
I just realized this. F you for choosing that day, of all the days, to approach me.
What were you thinking? Public place - as if I'd throw punches? Heightened sense of happiness - so i would be more calm and approachable?
And five minutes?!?!? Five minutes to explain years of confusion, years of lost hope, years of waiting for... nothing.
Years. Remember that. It wasn't months or a year, but years. And yes, i walked away first, so i seem like the bad person, but what was i walking away from? Carelessness, selfishness, un-involvement, incapability to appreciate what lies before you. Who's really the bad person?
There's so so much to say. More than I should, more than I ever will. I keep waiting it out. Waiting out the feeling, the need to explain myself as if it will just disappear. If i can just hold it in, and wait, it'll all pass, dissipate and relieve me of this need to vomit whenever i think of you.
Maybe if i just wait... i waited years... what's a few more...
It's all just C4 and jackhammers.