Hanging out, making out.
Sneaking out, passing out.
I'd carve our initials on apples and I'd eat 'em.
I'd carve our initials on apples and I'd eat 'em.
Even between the breathing intervals during our awkward silences together,
"Shut up" I'd say.
I'll pounce on you, knock you down and out. I'll slap you and beat you on the floor, you'll cry "Stop!" but I'll just cry. My hands flinging in every direction towards you, you're taking every hit in the gut. Faces wet from tears, blood and spit. Your friends'll pull me off of you and you'd call me insane as you'd walk away.
"Don't walk away" I would quietly plead, tired. Exhausted yet exasparated.
But you don't stop, you start running.
"Shut up" I'd say.
I'll pounce on you, knock you down and out. I'll slap you and beat you on the floor, you'll cry "Stop!" but I'll just cry. My hands flinging in every direction towards you, you're taking every hit in the gut. Faces wet from tears, blood and spit. Your friends'll pull me off of you and you'd call me insane as you'd walk away.
"Don't walk away" I would quietly plead, tired. Exhausted yet exasparated.
But you don't stop, you start running.
I awake, it was just another nightmare.
"Do you know what hurts the most about a broken heart?
Not being able to remember how you felt before."
- Cassie, Skins.
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