i love you
i love you not
dont know lukewarm
im either cold or im hot
tired of dirty games
regret those old flames
who is the boy im kissing in this polaroid?
it seems ive erased his face; our love null and void.
i remember an arm around me,
but i dont care who it belonged to
maybe it was him, but maybe it was you
there were some eyes i looked inside
but my memory didnt survive
the two of us turned into a few of us-
i cant keep them all straight...
the common thread between us was the fact that we would break
so ive got nothing left for you to take
but i can pretend, oh yes, i can fake.
turning my back on all that you lack.
attached at the head to another faceless "RELATIONSHIP."
some arm around me one day that i dont remember. but my outfit was cute.
hmmm, black and white...but still always gray.
i was cleaning out my computer....purging all of the lovesongs and hate songs and silly pictures i had been hanging on for far to long, and was inspired to write about how, when you want to-when youre good at it...forgetting is easy. bittersweet, a waste of time...these old relationships shape us most of the time, and most men i have dated have had some redeeming qualities. but there are a couple that are husks---good looking, but empty. and sometimes they are just plain old FORGETABLe.
...the thing is that no matter how many times you suffer through a lukewarm kiss or hang out with a dude who just doesnt get you-who doesnt even pretend to, there are always FRIENDS.. daisy + alexa=jeni +kb (photo courtesy of fuckyeahalexachung.com)
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