Nikki Taylor (i_stilltasteyou) wrote, @ 2007-07-30 13:14:00

I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you
but all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.


I fully believe I am reverting. As I grow older I mentally become younger. I am more naieve, I am so hopeful, and lost. I want a boy to play on the swings with, to race down the slides with, to hold my hand so we can spin around til we're dizzier than we were when we got to the park in the first place. And I put so much into the first kiss. It's epic, it's got to be perfect, perfect.

But I've wasted so much time waiting for the perfect instant, and when it arrives, for that split second, I panic under the weight of all the thought and planning I've put into this.. and I freeze.

It's the way you look at me, I can't move. I wish I knew what was going on in your head.


I hate this.

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