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The last person.

iLoveYouWithaKnife

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Six years ago,
you bought me a chocolate milk at the diner.
The diner that repulses more than half this town
but for some reason or other
people can't stay away from.
We went there cause we had no where else to go.
At 4.30 in the morning,
walking back to my apartment
we playfully bumped into one another
maybe even holded hands.
I thought you stayed there that night,
at my place.
But to this day you can't remember.
I'm 23 now, and all these drugs later,
I can't remember either.

Time goes by so fast, where does it all go?
House parties, clubs, apartments, friends...
It all changes in the end.
And the people you were once seen with,
dissappear with all that lost time.
Another faded memory.

And you were the last person,
I ever expected to see.
I have to say I almost forgot about you.
I guess you can say the same.
Mike Meyers in Reading,
and I'm with these two kids
That I hardly know.
So I decided to get really stoned.
So I could deal with their exsistance
on the ride there.
They asked me to go,
and it was a ride, so why not.

Couple beers,some atavan, a joint
suits me just right.
And when I saw you,
I was a prick.
*laugh out loud*
My mouth dropped to the ground...
Oh my gosh... is it really you?
You stared at me in awe.
I felt so stupid.
You don't remember me?
No no, I do. You're the last person
I thought I'd see tonight.
And I thought the same thing about you.

I was so twisted though, that night.
And maybe the shock of you
paralyzed me.
You gave me a flyer,
pointing to your name
almost egotistical saying,
That's me....
And I rolled my eyes saying,
What do you think your big now?
And chuckled sarcastically.

I gotta jet, see you around sometime.
And later you tell me,
you looked for me in the parking lot.
You ran out the door minutes after,
to get my number......
But I was gone... out of sight.
But not out of mind.

You call directories looking for my digits,
you put me on the list,
to the club where you were spinning
that I didn't attend.
But I tracked you down in the end,
when I found out you were looking for me.

And then....

YOU made my life fucking worse than hell.

And I fell for you, and you walked on me.
Until I stood up, and tried to walk myself.
There were so many nights
that I waited.......
Sitting anxiously at the end of the bar
Yes yes, I'll take one more (a beer)
While I sit here smoking this cigarette
taking another 7 minutes
off of my life.
And oh, how I cried.
And how I fell apart.
I was such a fucking mess........
a disgrace.

And something happened.
It all changed.
Some time was spent apart,
and maybe you realized you had a heart.
And where it was.
And you couldn't keep running when things go tough.
And you couldn't keep turning to people
who crushed your life, crushed your dreams.
You turned to me.
I was always here when you needed me.
Like I said I would be.

And maybe you didn't believe me,
cause others doubted wrong in the past.
And all these terrible happens
seems so faded.
I thought I'd never forget them
or never want to.
But you let go of the past.
You let go of all the negatives
in you life, eventually.
They don't last.

And maybe I'm just blinded
cause I fell in love again.
And I know you did too...
isn't that what you just said?
You're all I have and want,
I hate spending time apart...
And ever since we met again
I knew you were the last person,
I wanted to grow apart from.
 
Nice work...you sound a little happier (and less angry!) than earlier pieces... hope things are going well :) :)
 
you grow stronger and wiser in each new piece you write.
i guess its true that we really learn from our past.
 
And maybe I'm just blinded
cause I fell in love again.
And I know you did too...
isn't that what you just said?
You're all I have and want,
I hate spending time apart...
And ever since we met again
I knew you were the last person,
I wanted to grow apart from.

Very Nice

~B
 
first time reading it i enjoyed it
Second time i was impressed more.

Growing and taking our experiences is who we are,, some of them are lost and some just remain with us to carry on.

great work girl!
 
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