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3-15-02 1:12 a.m. to the boy i have horrible luck with-- what is going on between us? is there an "us"? you hugged me the last time we saw each other. i could feel the sweat beneath your clothes and i could smell it coming off of you. that nice animal smell. i wanted that moment to last forever. me with my head buried in your shoulder and you with your arms wrapped around me. i got your number and promised i would call you. i called you the next day and you got my number. i said i'd call and tell you when to come over. i called. you weren't home. you broke my heart and ruined my night. a boy had his arm wrapped around my friend and i had no one. all i had were broken promises and the memories of friday night. i called your house again, a week later. you're not home. you're on vacation. that's grand. you get back the day i leave. even better. i called your house from the airport. you still weren't home. what is going on? i don't know if i should keep trying or give up. you seemed interested, but i'm starting to wonder if your parents think i'm stalking you. i had a dream about you, you know. we were in your bedroom making out. then we rolled around on your floor and laughed. i wish that could happen... i really do. maybe i'll call you when i get back and see if you want to hang out. -you called me your number one fan |
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