He smells like cigarettes and cheap whiskey.
He smiles something radiant,
and when he kisses you,
there are fireworks in your head.
He takes your hand and says,
"You are so s p e c i a l."
Says, "You are so b e a ut i f u l."
Says, "You are so p e r f e c t."
And you wonder how many times
he's said those words to other girls.
How many other girls have stood
in the same position you are.
But he's saying them to you now
and that's all that matters, right?
He plays your favorite sad song while he drives you home
in the dead of night, but you don't tell him.
You don't tell him how many times
you've cried yourself to sleep
with those words playing in your ears.
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face.
You don't tell him but you hope that
somehow, he knows. Somehow.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
He smells like cigarettes and cheap whiskey.
He smiles something radiant,
and when he kisses you,
there are fireworks in your head.
He takes your hand and says,
"You are so s p e c i a l."
Says, "You are so b e a ut i f u l."
Says, "You are so p e r f e c t."
And you wonder how many times
he's said those words to other girls.
How many other girls have stood
in the same position you are.
But he's saying them to you now
and that's all that matters, right?
He plays your favorite sad song while he drives you home
in the dead of night, but you don't tell him.
You don't tell him how many times
you've cried yourself to sleep
with those words playing in your ears.
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face.
You don't tell him but you hope that
somehow, he knows. Somehow.
i had a dream about this and woke up sad that it didn't happen so i wrote about it.
