Sweet things came out of that mouth
and you made me feel special and wanted and beautiful
all at once.
No one had ever said those things and sounded
so much like they meant them.
You made me believe that age didn't matter
and that I wasn't just another girl.
I can't get you out of my head.
I thought you might be different.
But isn't it funny how the clichés can often be right
and you're actually a jerk just trying to
get into my pants?
I don't love you,
but I thought I liked you
and that's enough to make it hurt
at least for a little while.
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Struggle and Strive
SpiritualPart 3 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series. This is where I put my every random thought that may or may not deserve to be emblazoned on your screen. (In this edition I will probably also post some prose/flashfiction from a blog I'm writing w...