likealiteswitch

aviators rest on his nose-- the boy already thinks he's a pilot. maybe one morning he'll fly far far away from the porky girl next door. back to france...with the yoghurt he eats every morning (and the three lumps of sugar he puts in it) and the tea he sips while he studies. he'll most definitely take his shirts--you'll never seen him without one on, even in the pool. not that i'm looking.

i saw you and your floppy hair, your perfected smile, iridescent eyes. i gazed as lolita did to humbert: lo was lucky enough to have hum be truly reciprocal. a new game of flirtatiousness formed as you convinced yourself it would be as fun for me as you: you took my unconscious batting lashes and gave me deceptive touches. i know you know how i still feel but do you know that i know how you messed with my heart? my only wish is to hurt you like you did me. fortunately, wishes rarely come true.

a scraping against the cement and i jump up to the sound of your skateboard. i greet you, ecstatic that you finally remember my name and the fact that i walked across town to see you. you pick me up and spin me around in a h   u  g even though i probably weigh twice your size. "shit...sorry." i got blood on your shirt. you tell me to hush, take my wrist and kiss it, and lead me inside. i lie on your bed while you share the adventures i've been missing. soon we're our old selves again and you tell me of your woes-- which my ears are no longer forbidden to hear. oh waittt, that was just a leaf scraping a

sometimes, i feel like the old woman in that show who tells her kids to live their lives and be happy, and all that crap. that she loves them very much but she's tired and has to move on. except i don't have anyone to tell to live a full life; everyone already is. except i don't have anyone to tell to be happy; everyone already is. except i don't have anyone to tell that i love them. and nobody wants to say it back.

i miss you and i miss your uneven face, i miss the way you laughed at my spaz attacks before joining in. i'm scared, pook-- i'm starting to forget the way you held me when the pain was too much to handle. i'm starting to forget your smell, that one that only showed up when i stuck my nose in your hair as you rubbed my back. i'm starting to forget out matching burgundy braids. and how, somehow, your colour always lasted longer than mine did. i'm starting to think you don't love me as much as you act like you do. cause if you love me, you wouldn't have left. cause if you love me, you wouldn't be across the sea in some piece of shi

look...the stiches are already dissolving, faster than the speed of light. faster than that stupid bug on my bed, the one that somehow, i can never squish. faster than it took me to get the message.