Stephanie Gutierrez · Nov 6, 2010
the kind of girl i am

you don't believe me.
surprise surprise
so
we go over the story
again

i left the party early
cause 6foot7
dark haired drink of water
was just too tempting.
i couldn't stop thinking
how i don't want to smash my head
into that brick wall again.
so i left.

he followed me to my car
and when i looked at him
i saw you
and i left.
right then.
leaving 6foot7
dark haired drink of water
in the dust
calling after me
that he will
see me again.
almost like he knew.

i don't know what your friends saw
i don't know what the masses have told you
but i left.

funny how
you still don't believe me.
green from the top of your head
to the tips of your toes.
shouting how it's over and making a fuss
cause you know
the kind of girl i am.

i could kill you for saying such things
but i laugh instead
letting the cruelty of the words slip
into my pocket for later.

i grab my keys and add a new layer of
raisin rage lipstick and leave
hell,
if i'm in trouble for the crime
i might as well make the trouble worth it.
thank god this girl
knows
6foot7 dark haired drink of water
slipped his number into
it's hiding spot in my favorite jacket.

cause apparently
you know
the kind of girl i am
and this is how girls
like me
act.

 
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