• Know me too Well

    by  • July 6, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Breaking Up • 0 Comments

    It’s me. You always know already, I shouldn’t have to say much more. I want inside your head. You never let me in. Even 4 years after the fact, I still can’t get enough. You’re my project I was never allowed to start or finish. How is it that you know precisely what I’m thinking and feeling as soon as we being to talk? You know exactly what I want and you’ll torture me with it for as long as I want you to. I know I do this to myself. It’s time for me to grow up, and move on. But, I simply cannot. You have no interest in me, and that’s exactly what I like about you. You’re something I’ll always want but never get. You know this more than me. The very though of you makes me disgusted, the way your name trickles down from my brain, through my throat and out my mouth is my heroine. I still get pins and needles through my finger tips when your name shows up on the glass screen of my iPhone. What will it take for me to get over you? I’ve had others, C.J, Shawn, Ray, Justin, Jeremy and so on… but none of them compare. I wish you were different, sweeter, more considerate, more polite, better with words, I wish our past was different. Last but not least, my dear, I wish you didn’t know me as well as you do. It’s making things complicated.

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