its different,
for the first time
i don't feel the need
to remain loyal,
i just simply
want to

you'll be drinking champagne in paris
and ill be picking flowers from neighbors gardens
and we probably won't speak for a while,
your gray sweater i have will stop smelling of you
because i might forget about it in my closet
and you might like the french girl with her hairy legs,
we will both forget what waking up together feels like
and i'll eventually forget to miss your huge dimples
and you'll forget my vicious sarcasm
or the way you make me giggle
and we'll sort of fade into nothing and
i'll forget i love you
and you'll forget you love me
and we'll become strangers
once again.

you traced my freckles
with your
fingertips.
you made me forget
about all my
scars.

I've always called love
b u l l s h i t.
a thing for moronic gigglers
and naive dreamers
because no one can ever stay
t o g e t h e r.
there is no one person
matched perfectly for each
other person,
there is no destiny or soul mate
or love at first
s i g h t.
we can pretend but
there is no such thing as
f o r e v e r.

its just that
sometimes i get scared
that I'm just floating around with no
significance at all

you tell me you'll miss me
but i know you'll just be craving
whats between my legs,
you call me your girl
but i know i can only be yours
after everyone is already asleep,
and you hold my face as if
captivated by my eyes
but you're far better at
holding your tongue
because you know you will never
have truths that i want to hear.