iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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In a few weeks
You'll be somewhere in Colorado,
I'll be somewhere in Pennsylvania.
If I don't see you again after today-
Last night will ring out in my mind-
forever.
I told you I didn't
want to see you anymore.
That I was serious.
And last night, I was.
You told me that you
missed me already.
I layed there silent,
teary-eyed.
You said you never
made a girl cry.
Never say never.
As we layed there,
me perfectly wrapped
in your arms,
I realized that I was wrong.
...that even though it
would make it more
difficult-
I wanted to see you
until you left.
In the morning when we woke
I told you what I felt.
I told you that every single
relationship, serious
or semi-sort of
ended on bad terms.
This would be different.
It would just end on sad ones.
You agreed.
Girls are evil, girls are mean.
What the hell is wrong with me,
you asked.
I stood in the kitchen,
my face buried in your chest-
mumbling words that made no sense.
Trying to prolong your stay.
As you walked to the door-
you turned around to find me,
countertop holding me up,
face completely expressionless.
You said-
I'll see you in five years
or maybe two years-
or maybe tomorrow.
I watched you drive away.
Thinking of whatever else
I could say
or do,
to make this easier
for the both of us.
Do we stop hanging out?
Do we grow more attached?
I'm sorry for the timing,
I'm sorry you have to leave.
I'm sorry I fell for you,
I'm sorry you fell for me.
You'll be somewhere in Colorado,
I'll be somewhere in Pennsylvania.
If I don't see you again after today-
Last night will ring out in my mind-
forever.
I told you I didn't
want to see you anymore.
That I was serious.
And last night, I was.
You told me that you
missed me already.
I layed there silent,
teary-eyed.
You said you never
made a girl cry.
Never say never.
As we layed there,
me perfectly wrapped
in your arms,
I realized that I was wrong.
...that even though it
would make it more
difficult-
I wanted to see you
until you left.
In the morning when we woke
I told you what I felt.
I told you that every single
relationship, serious
or semi-sort of
ended on bad terms.
This would be different.
It would just end on sad ones.
You agreed.
Girls are evil, girls are mean.
What the hell is wrong with me,
you asked.
I stood in the kitchen,
my face buried in your chest-
mumbling words that made no sense.
Trying to prolong your stay.
As you walked to the door-
you turned around to find me,
countertop holding me up,
face completely expressionless.
You said-
I'll see you in five years
or maybe two years-
or maybe tomorrow.
I watched you drive away.
Thinking of whatever else
I could say
or do,
to make this easier
for the both of us.
Do we stop hanging out?
Do we grow more attached?
I'm sorry for the timing,
I'm sorry you have to leave.
I'm sorry I fell for you,
I'm sorry you fell for me.
