Saturday, November 26, 2011

fucking crybaby

and you told me once "i'm only mean like that to you",
and i didnt know how to take it and i still dont
ive never told someone i loved them only for them to be mean to me,
afterwards and forever.
but i guess,
i guess this is how it happens sometimes
youre getting older but its all still there so
you hold your breathe when he's close,
or you watch his hair grow back, slowly--
wondering if maybe he cut you out of his way before you did
the same to him...
or the fact that maybe its all bullshit, that you dreamed it all up..its all one big fucking
daydream.
you never kissed, he never held your hand, he never tried to make you laugh, you never danced together, nothing good ever happened
he's always been a jerk to you--
this is what you tell yourself everytime the wind blows by you, there was always something
about him and the wind.