that new girl cannot be your “forever and always” until she learns about your “sometimes”. she will never be the only one and you need to tell her that. you are getting her hopes up and she will end up getting hurt.
no matter how much i wish for that to happen, i am doing this new thing, called “ being a better person and stop wishing for bad things to happen to others”. text me to make sure i am doing a good job.
that new girl cannot touch on your nose slowly, unless she knows about that small nasal fracture you once had when you were a kid, as your mom was chasing you down the stairs. or the day i told you i had never seen anything more perfect. actually, it still looks like its fucking carved by Gods, no matter if i come to accept it or not.
i wish i could carve my name on your skin, that way she knows who was there first. that is not wishing for a bad thing to happen to another. it is just me, wishing for a better ending. and fuck it, yeah. a closure.
never forget, that the new girl does not know how insecure you are. do not show her that, yet. if she is the right one, she will find out herself. just like i did. you can deny it all you want, i will nod my head in front of your face and still think you’re the most insecure person ever. you actually do care. so much you make it seem like you never give a damn.
in case she finds out and wants to kiss all the insecurity out of you, she still doesn’t know what you think about at three a.m. it is mostly nothing but demons, aliens and fucking freemasonry. touch her all you want, you will never be able to leave bruises in her skin like you left in mine. invisible to the rest, but more than visible to the both of us.
my mother asks if we did it again, i curse under my breath. her mother will probably never know about you, meanwhile mine is always wondering why i come home later than expected and run into the bathroom, trying to hide. it hits her: we actually did it again.
the new girl is so perfect it makes you feel like forgetting about me. you never text me anymore and finally find what you’re looking for. i never found mine but i made sure to give you yours. if you deny it you are cruel. i never thought different, though.
i know you never did, too. i know we didn’t mean to hurt each other. but it happens right? and it doesn’t hurt to you right now but when she tells you what you did to me wasn’t fair, you will hurt too.
until then, i dream of you and regret it in the morning.
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