i wont let you in again, these messages ive tried to send. my informations just not goin in. burnin bridges shore to shore, ill break away from something more. im not turned off to love until its cheap.
silly words
musical word
singing words
not my words
but words that ring clear as if i had written them myself. and what kind of irony is it that the girl who did write them, who does feel them, who sings them herself. this girl, i do not know, had never heard of, although i know her face. her face graces his phone.
Boys what is it with you? Im the first to admit that girls talk to much, we not only volunteer mindless information, we tend to just talk and talk answering more than just the question you asked, that is if you even asked a question.
Its a fault we have, annoying at times, but comes only second to you, your fault, NOT SAYING ANYTHING AT ALL
We dont need to know everything, in fact there are somethings we dont want to know. But when it comes to past relationships or lack there of, ummmmm we wanna know. and if you dont tell us, someone else will. and then. well then it hurts and then we blog and then we cry and then we feel stupid. then we feel like girls.
I thought i had something special, i thought oddly that i had found someone with whom i connected with well enough that although we never were in the same zip code for more than 10 days we some how managed to keep a connection, and build on it.
But i suppose in this case actions dont speak louder than words, because words were never spoken.
I should have spoken up, i should have inquired. if i wanted to know, i should have asked. and i didnt.
so a month later here i am, with no way to know now and only my stupid girl side of the brain funtioning. thought after thought of what was and what is and what the fuck.
EW
i hate it
i once told a boy to leave his heart on my doorstep, because, i told him, if he brought it in, it would get broken.
i was cold, i was mean, i was closed off, in essence, i was a boy
i was bulletproof
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