there's a softness to his song that never pervaded our relationship. he sings that he's learned his lesson. that he's heard i'm with someone new. during the bridge, he asks will your new love sing you to sleep at night?
picturing his wide brown eyes closing parentheses around each phrase, his song is undeniably sweet. i know that every girl listening is clutching her radio, falling for him, sighing longingly. i can't blame them. it was so easy. he knows how to make a woman fall in love with a guarded heart.
watching the sunset from the rooftops is so lovely. it was so lovely. our rose-colored dance was only one harmonious evening out of all the nights of shouting and crying. even knowing the truth behind these lyrics, i still find myself feeling sorry for him. for his broken heart.
i've never heard anyone make such a shit excuse for a relationship sound so damn beautiful.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
#220
it's not really what anybody means when they say they want to be special. or one in a million. how about one in 8 million? i'm well-known know in my little circle, but it's a pretty small space.
speaking of circles, they are permanently under my eyes, drawn on my torso, and talked in every appointment.
i get to be a mystery. looked at, photographed, marveled over!
but i have more needle marks on my arm than a heroin addict and i'm particularly eloquent with medical terminology that people my age should never even know.
i'm one of the lucky few who get to say "hey, bet you've never seen this before!" and have it actually be true.
speaking of circles, they are permanently under my eyes, drawn on my torso, and talked in every appointment.
i get to be a mystery. looked at, photographed, marveled over!
but i have more needle marks on my arm than a heroin addict and i'm particularly eloquent with medical terminology that people my age should never even know.
i'm one of the lucky few who get to say "hey, bet you've never seen this before!" and have it actually be true.
#219
it wasn't the effort that mattered to her.
it's hard to woo a woman who always wins. there. now you know the end of the story. that's what you want to know, right? the end? the world doesn't offer enough time to fill in all the blanks, the attention span to sift through the details.
details like a letter containing words like sunrise, loyalty, and fervent. details like the way her coat held her hand more than i did. or like the evenings i'd drive by her house with a rose, with tickets to a show, with her favorite coffee... and her car was gone. oh, i just stayed in last night.
it wasn't perfect. i was only usually on time, not always. not every restaurant served up their best food. the money was good, but my job was not.
next time, i'll go for a girl who tries hard, but often fails.
it's hard to woo a woman who always wins. there. now you know the end of the story. that's what you want to know, right? the end? the world doesn't offer enough time to fill in all the blanks, the attention span to sift through the details.
details like a letter containing words like sunrise, loyalty, and fervent. details like the way her coat held her hand more than i did. or like the evenings i'd drive by her house with a rose, with tickets to a show, with her favorite coffee... and her car was gone. oh, i just stayed in last night.
it wasn't perfect. i was only usually on time, not always. not every restaurant served up their best food. the money was good, but my job was not.
next time, i'll go for a girl who tries hard, but often fails.
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