It ****** me off that no matter how over you I am,
I still get that flipping feeling in my stomach
every time we make eye contact.
*******.
It's not like I want you back or anything. I don't
even LIKE you. So what is it then? Lust?
In all honesty, I don't want you in my life at all.
You're not good for me. Deceiving little siren.
I loved that moment when you realized I'm
no longer under your spell. I'm free from your
binding hands and false promises.
Free at last
*Free at last
I saw a girl I had a past with in the halls today. And even though she ******* me over big time and hurt me, I still get this weird feeling in my stomach when we make eye contact. I don't want her back and I really am over her. But there's still some reaction and that bothers me so. It's an extended metaphor to the mythological sirens that used to lure warriors into their doom with sweet songs and promises of what each wanted to hear. But they can't sing to the deaf, no they see them for what they truly are and learn to steer clear.