Is being afraid of a ringing cellphone an irrational fear or just a comment on the current state of my place in this world?
Summer secrets, they say just keep it... locked behind my lips. "Don't speak a word of it."
So we bury it and think that it's dead just because it's 6 feet beneath where it sleeps. Best friends talking bad because they know what they both could have. Now I've got roses at my feet and what used to be an army I used to march with right behind me has disappeared like some magic trick. And I'm just clinging to your conversation because your the only one touch works with anymore. I'm sick of walking in when everybody just starts leaving.
My favorite part is the way you fumble through the sweet parts. Your sincerity in the imperfections. Don't worry I'm still going to make a mark, leave a scar, and tell a good story. In the mean time I'll sit here in my bedroom in the company of my dog and another book by Kerouac. Because Kerouac is the only long term relationship I've been in.
dontgiveuponmeyet.imabouttoturnitallaround.
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