• So it goes unsaid that we've been here before. lonely nights and endless fights and sleepingon the floor. he's sorry, so the story goes, it's read and replayed and ends the same way... this weekend was weird. for one, i spent it totally sober. and i hung out with A. and i didn't talk to J--at all. it's like we're not even together. very weird. but i really need him now. J, i fell in love with your dark hair and eyes so blue. (i'm such a sucker) who's getting the best of you tonight? it's me when it's good for you. give your love away like a sunday special, i'd give everything to make you stay just a little longer. now you're just another poetic line in my notebook about another boy i've fallen for. we're set to fail anyway. this ordeal would be so much easier if you could say something original. you're so goddamn passive i just want emotion. i know i'm setting myself up for rejection, but i'm addicted to you, like a fucking crack whore on the streets. too bad we couldn't keep this strictly physical. go back to when i just wanted to see your jeans hit the floor, when this dress would just slide off my shoulders. effortlessly. pretend that no one could hear us. now i wish i could get your voice out of my head as i try to fall asleep every night- and you're still not here.

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