The leather boots I had to break in,
Rubbing my skin raw
The skirt I was wearing,
was too short. My legs got cold on that night in late April
I was so mad at you I hate hate hated you
Saw you looking at her and suddenly I
put it all together
My heart hardened in my chest,
a pebble
Wanted to cry when you hugged her, smiled at her
Then I pinned you against the bathroom wall and I
told you that I saw it all
The look of hurt on your face, you slammed your drink on the countertop
I followed you onto the bus and then you
held my head in your hands, a fistful of my hair
so hard
I finally cried that night in your bed
silent tears while you slept
squinting at the empty street until it became nothing
but a blur
a million miles away
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
The leather boots I had to break in,
Rubbing my skin raw
The skirt I was wearing,
was too short. My legs got cold on that night in late April
I was so mad at you I hate hate hated you
Saw you looking at her and suddenly I
put it all together
My heart hardened in my chest,
a pebble
Wanted to cry when you hugged her, smiled at her
Then I pinned you against the bathroom wall and I
told you that I saw it all
The look of hurt on your face, you slammed your drink on the countertop
I followed you onto the bus and then you
held my head in your hands, a fistful of my hair
so hard
I finally cried that night in your bed
silent tears while you slept
squinting at the empty street until it became nothing
but a blur
a million miles away
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