a hug that smelled like last summer.
'you didn't have to drive all this way for me'
it took me two hours
on the backroads because the freeway is scary
lost in neighborhoods where everything looked the same,
rows of shiny white teeth. it never crossed my mind to miss it.
how do his eyes burn impossibly blue,
even under the awning?
'the thing is, i had to'
he understood,
he understood just then that i was the girl he loved second best
and a sore loser always eyes the trophy cravingly
before walking away small.
'i'll miss you'
whose to say? i'll take silver & wonder if he ever wrote to
the other redhead.
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 11:37 AM UTC
a hug that smelled like last summer.
'you didn't have to drive all this way for me'
it took me two hours
on the backroads because the freeway is scary
lost in neighborhoods where everything looked the same,
rows of shiny white teeth. it never crossed my mind to miss it.
how do his eyes burn impossibly blue,
even under the awning?
'the thing is, i had to'
he understood,
he understood just then that i was the girl he loved second best
and a sore loser always eyes the trophy cravingly
before walking away small.
'i'll miss you'
whose to say? i'll take silver & wonder if he ever wrote to
the other redhead.
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