Just Monday Morning Thoughts...is all...is all.
2007-09-17 - 10:09 a.m.
I wear my hair in scarves in an attempt to hide my blunder. I wear eye make-up so pretty it fades after an hour. I wear earrings, and play with the hole I created. I'm trying to let it scab up, but if you know me as well as you say you do, you know I don't let anything heal for long. It's like she always did: pick, pick, pick, pick me apart. I try to pretend like I'm happy, and when I'm with her, I am, but when we're apart, I feel like my heart is cut into half all over again.
It's on the butcher knife's cutting edge, and I'm back, better than ever. I don't feel like crap, which is a good thing, but I want to go to sleep because last night, you left me breathless, and now, I'm just plain old sleepy, but this R & J story captivates my attention, even if it commands nobody else's.
I mentioned I 4 3 in class today, not to be vulgar or to layer on the glitter romance of forever in the glitz of ordinary light, but because it seemed relevant in the fact that everything seems to remind me of you, but the old toothbrush bristles still remind me of him, and that's not an apology, it's just how he styled his hair after showers.
Me.