i've been in my bed, which will always be the bed,
as in, the bed,
where we spent the last of our virginities
in the push of hips and hands and two-note gasps,
and i've been thinking.
i've been thinking of
all the firsts i gave you and
all the things you meant to me
and how
you will always be the boy who
sat on a table and sang me my favorite song in front of everyone and
didn't give a **** that his guitar was out of tune.
now that
is a ******* gesture.
i've been thinking that i need to learn to look you in the eye again.
i've been thinking of how
all i've done for the past three weeks is walk away from you.
and how just because you walked away from me first
in the biggest way possible,
that isn't fair.
you deserve more than that
for how hard you've tried.
i've been thinking that i haven't let myself see that very well.
i've been thinking of how
right now
i'm beginning to feel like i could talk to you, and make myself stay,
and look you in the eye, and not hurt,
or like i could never talk to you again, and still be okay.
i've been thinking that that's a start
to something friendship-shaped and okay.
i've been thinking that maybe i'll take a break from you for awhile,
maybe patch up the sore places in my heart, talk to some new people.
learn some things, you know?
i've been thinking that maybe i'll talk to you tonight,
and for the first time i won't be bitter. there will not be underlying pain in my words.
there will be no accusations. no corners to back you into. no hidden hatred. no left-over love.
there will be just you. and just me. and we'll be fine, one of these days. i'll be fine.
i've been thinking that that can start
as soon as i let it.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 4:38 PM UTC
i've been in my bed, which will always be the bed,
as in, the bed,
where we spent the last of our virginities
in the push of hips and hands and two-note gasps,
and i've been thinking.
i've been thinking of
all the firsts i gave you and
all the things you meant to me
and how
you will always be the boy who
sat on a table and sang me my favorite song in front of everyone and
didn't give a **** that his guitar was out of tune.
now that
is a ******* gesture.
i've been thinking that i need to learn to look you in the eye again.
i've been thinking of how
all i've done for the past three weeks is walk away from you.
and how just because you walked away from me first
in the biggest way possible,
that isn't fair.
you deserve more than that
for how hard you've tried.
i've been thinking that i haven't let myself see that very well.
i've been thinking of how
right now
i'm beginning to feel like i could talk to you, and make myself stay,
and look you in the eye, and not hurt,
or like i could never talk to you again, and still be okay.
i've been thinking that that's a start
to something friendship-shaped and okay.
i've been thinking that maybe i'll take a break from you for awhile,
maybe patch up the sore places in my heart, talk to some new people.
learn some things, you know?
i've been thinking that maybe i'll talk to you tonight,
and for the first time i won't be bitter. there will not be underlying pain in my words.
there will be no accusations. no corners to back you into. no hidden hatred. no left-over love.
there will be just you. and just me. and we'll be fine, one of these days. i'll be fine.
i've been thinking that that can start
as soon as i let it.
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