im a free bird but you still pull on my chains like it is the only thing you're trained to do. claiming you are in love with me but you act on denied lies, saying you are crying that i have disappeared but my success doesn't access you. you track the IP address of my eyes and i still smile at you. because i remember you. standing awkwardly at the school dance with a cheap and processed drink in your hand. but the only sugar that touched your lips that night was the smile i gave you. the blue hawaiian necklace hung so solemnly on your troubled skin, but your white eyes made up for your kindness. you were so tall and intimidating in all black, staring me down like I was jessica rabbit, but you weren't the roger. i dreamed of seeing you, or holding you. i wanted to touch you since our eyes met in the very beginning of a new beginning. you were the most stalked profile on my facebook and i didn't muster any strength, only to be let down by you. ive seen my taste on your shirts, and i discovered my reflection in your teeth. i can never forget the gym stairs when we skipped out on lunch, where we kissed only to be called out by an administrator. I didn't want our love to turn out like a trashed tragedy like it was for Juliet, but when I asked you, you declined.
and now im alone again, tormented against my own confusion. do I love you for the way you treated me? do I need you? oh Romeo.
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shoes on powerlines
Teen Fictionthis is the literature of my high school career. the most sorrowful & meaningless nature of my earth. the novel about nine in the morning english class, the story of the starving lunchtime and the greatest anxiety of gym class. this is the entrance...
