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| adiosesposito (profile) wrote, on 3-9-2003 at 9:42pm | |
| Music: flaming lips- funeral in my head |
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| So there she was. Crying in the dark. With every tear, my heart pumped faster. I overcame the doubts running in my head, and put my legs in motion. Hopefully by the end of the night they wouldn't be the only thing in motion. A kleenex was gently dabbing beneath her eyes. When we came into close proximity, she slowly looked up at me. Was I unrecognizable still to her? She only knew me as the kid in the back of the classroom, wearing Echo and the Bunnnymen shirts. She only knew me as the guy who only talked about the new David Lynch movie with the other outcast in our grade. She only knew me as the guy who gazed at her from afar. Of course I only knew her as the love of my life. I wished every night that she was my destiny, but sadly, I don't think I was hers. Her fate was fast cars, rich models, and wild intercourse. My fate was Pintos, a picture of the Olsen twins, and sympathy shags from 62 year olds. But as her visage came into my sight, I saw a different girl. A vulnerable one. And then came the words I longed to here. \"Hi.\" Everything I had dreamed of was in that one syllable. I conjured up all the fortitude from my subpar genitals, and skipped the words. I firmly planted my tongue in the place where only her teeth resided. I thought for sure that this tonsil ecstasy would only last for two seconds, at the most. But to my surprise, we stayed locked in this position for at least a minute. Finally our lips retreated, and I sat down next to her. I spoke what would we be my first and last words to her. "Why are you crying my dear?\" Her glum face turned to me and let it out. "Well, my ex boyfriend gave me the Herp." I quickly ran away, thinking that bonking 62 year olds didn't sound so bad after all. |
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greatlaker | 03-10-03 5:10pm im crying, and its not because im sad. |
bdonkadonk | 03-10-03 7:05pm hahahahahah
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