I hate that you kissed me,
I hate even more that i kissed back.

Bangles and bracelets seem to clutter my room now,
Yet i can't seem to buy enough to please anymore.

The thought won't get out of my head.

For all the times i never turned your way,
You're holding someone elses hand now.

Yet there is another,
Standing in the corner.

Waiting for me to go back to him,
patiently.

He'll be there forever,
loving,
sitting,
watching from a distance,
patiently.

One more on my list.

Red hair shining,
a jerk.

The voice of an angel,
always finding reasons to like him.

Yet when push comes to shove,
it is not love.

It is hate.

Running away,
and coming back just as quickly.

why torture me,
all of you.

I will leave this town soon,
daydream believer.


Their names, a list of nothingness.
Lulling over in my head.

Sometimes crashing like the sea,
others as calm as my hand, pen
to paper.

Tongue.
Blue.
Red.

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Libellés : Life