Girl, I am drunk.
and so are you.
but that's no excuse not to know who I am.
... he loved you so much for such a long time. he crawled through thorns for you, he cried in the street for you, and I cried there too, and everywhere else for him.
have you honestly forgotten? beach parking lots, the beginning of the end. haunted houses, even then your stories were too intense for us. did you notice them drifting away? and have you drifted just that far?
you saw him the other day, I know, this mutual infatuation of ours. I can't help but wonder whose visit had the greater effect, but I do however know the answer.
I looked up to you in high school. Fifteen years old, I saw your fishnets, and I heard your reputation, and I envied you and the boy on your arm in the diner. Since then many things have been gained, and lost. You shattered a beautiful piece of glass, and I was the one to get cut by the pieces.
I'll listen to this same sad song a thousand times to get your voice out of my head. I was even jealous of your accent. but not your fate.
I wish I could make him love me the way he loved you. I wish I could avoid some things you have in common. I should learn the self-restraint not to feel up a gangsta's girlfriend, even if she's loved me for years. On that topic, I came out to someone today. That went well, except I felt stupid for my innocence.
and the first of my friends leaving for school is off in twelve hours. and so it starts, with me unable to go to her going away party.
it's late. early. I have wanderlust.
Posted by samantha at July 29, 2005 04:39 AM