A loud stifled grunt came from underneath a nearby car. She blinked in disbelief. It wasnt there the day before.
She walked over and knelt by the car, and another grunt sounded from under. She cautiously peered into the shadow
A bloody hand shot out from under the car and took hold of her wrist and she yelped. It was a mans hand, strong and aggressive; it wouldnt let go. She yanked and jerked her arms in all sorts of uncomfortable angles, but he just wouldnt let go.
She gave one final tug, and yanked the man out from under the car instead of out of his grasp. He was lying backwards on an old skateboard, a
She can be kind... In a perverse kind of way.
She can be sincere... In a loud kind of way.
We go to the mall together, and she insists that she's right about most everything.
She has a God complex.
I don't tell her what I think
Every time I try to open up to her,
All I can think of is,
"I don't want to talk about it."
Every time I try to compliment her,
All I can think of is,
"I want to be alone."
Every time she's right and I agree,
All I can think of is,
"You're a fucking idiot."
Every time there's an awkward silence,
All I can think of is,
"I'm hanging up now."
Every time I try to appologize to her,
All I can think of is,
One day I'm going to muster up the courage to tell my favorite singers,
'You changed my life, and I want to thank you for that.'
Then shake their hand and walk away.
But right now, whenever I hear their voices,
it sends shivers up my spine and is a subtle reminder.
My mother's boyfriend once told me,
'That band is just trying to be cool, but only coming off as lunatics.'
One day I'm going to muster up the courage to tell him,
'The only reason my mother is with you is because she's getting old and you're the only one she hasn't gotten bored with.'
Then turn to my mother and say,
'The only reason he's dating you is because he's one of