iLoveYouWithaKnife
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2002
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Last night,
when I spoke to him
and he told me
that he was going to
return my call-
I really didn't
hold him up to it.
So I had decided to
get dressed
and hit up the bar
just before
they called
last call.
But as I was putting
on my shoes
the telephone rang
and he had asked me
to meet up with him.
He was spun.
I could tell.
When I had arrived at
the bar I had nothing to say.
Small talk, that didn't
matter anyway.
He asked me to go for a ride.
We did lines.
And by the way the rest
of the evening went-
I didn't see much happening-
until we left.
He followed me to my house
and we sat down on the couch,
the drugs and booze
made him even more
desirable.
But he started getting
personal,
and I started to catch on.
See... these damn fucking kids.
They have to look good.
They have to match their hats
with their shoes, and their shoes
with their polo shirts, and
their shirts with their car
that they drove out tonight.
They have to smell just right.
So fucking tempting,
to say the least.
I would have been fine off
just looking at him
in the backseat
of my volkswagen-
but he had to get personal.
He had to start talking
about life in general.
He had to hold my hand
and look at me
in the eyes
with a straight face.
He had to fall asleep
with his head on my shoulder
without trying anything.
And we went to my room.
And he layed down
face- facing the wall.
And I faced the other.
And moments later
he had to turn around
and hold me.
Perhaps I started it
when I kissed him
or maybe he kissed me.
I don't remember.
It doesn't matter anyway.
But this morning
I woke up with arms
wrapped around me.
I woke up to the sound
of a cell phone ringing.
More than once.
I don't give a shit
who it was calling.
Fuck, there was a moment
when I thought-
maybe he'll just leave
when I'm snoring.
He looked so god
fucking damn
beautiful
while he was sleeping.
But when he did
get up to leave
he kissed me.
Maybe it's just the
after night notion
that you go through
to be nice.
There's no calls
later on.
It's just a one night thing.
But we all need something.
Right?
when I spoke to him
and he told me
that he was going to
return my call-
I really didn't
hold him up to it.
So I had decided to
get dressed
and hit up the bar
just before
they called
last call.
But as I was putting
on my shoes
the telephone rang
and he had asked me
to meet up with him.
He was spun.
I could tell.
When I had arrived at
the bar I had nothing to say.
Small talk, that didn't
matter anyway.
He asked me to go for a ride.
We did lines.
And by the way the rest
of the evening went-
I didn't see much happening-
until we left.
He followed me to my house
and we sat down on the couch,
the drugs and booze
made him even more
desirable.
But he started getting
personal,
and I started to catch on.
See... these damn fucking kids.
They have to look good.
They have to match their hats
with their shoes, and their shoes
with their polo shirts, and
their shirts with their car
that they drove out tonight.
They have to smell just right.
So fucking tempting,
to say the least.
I would have been fine off
just looking at him
in the backseat
of my volkswagen-
but he had to get personal.
He had to start talking
about life in general.
He had to hold my hand
and look at me
in the eyes
with a straight face.
He had to fall asleep
with his head on my shoulder
without trying anything.
And we went to my room.
And he layed down
face- facing the wall.
And I faced the other.
And moments later
he had to turn around
and hold me.
Perhaps I started it
when I kissed him
or maybe he kissed me.
I don't remember.
It doesn't matter anyway.
But this morning
I woke up with arms
wrapped around me.
I woke up to the sound
of a cell phone ringing.
More than once.
I don't give a shit
who it was calling.
Fuck, there was a moment
when I thought-
maybe he'll just leave
when I'm snoring.
He looked so god
fucking damn
beautiful
while he was sleeping.
But when he did
get up to leave
he kissed me.
Maybe it's just the
after night notion
that you go through
to be nice.
There's no calls
later on.
It's just a one night thing.
But we all need something.
Right?
