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Is it still me...?
By Cat

 


Is it still me that makes you sweat?

Am I who you think about in bed?

When the lights are dim and you're hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

I don't have to answer. You know what would I say. You know I'm thinking about you 60 seconds per minute, minutes per hour, hours per days… You're on my mind all the time. You're the first person I think of after I wake up, the last I think of before I fall asleep. It takes a long time to fall asleep. I'm reminding, remembering, recalling… Doing everything to pretend at least for a little while that you're still right here with me.

Then think of what you did

And how I hope to God he was worth it

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin?

You shouldn't have seen us that day. It shouldn't has happened, but it did. You closed the door so quick and left. He has left too. I didn't even know his name so how could it be serious? You smiled weakly at these words. `I understand', you lied. Since that day something new has appeared in your eyes. We started to fall apart. First slowly, almost imperceptibly, then fast, faster… And one day your suitcases in the hall. `I'm leaving', you said. Yes, it was you, who left, who hurt. And I was the one to stay with my heart in my throat. `I understand', I lied. I didn't and I still don't as I'm lying here all alone and thinking of you. My fingers start to wandering all over my body, like yours used to do. I'm touching myself in the way you used to. There are moments I'm starting to believe you came back, I feel good then. But when I open my eyes there's nothing else here but darkness.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet

Sweetie, you had me

Oh yes, you do. You were aware of that. You were aware that you're better than any other guy. So fucking self - confident. That was sexy and attract me far too much than it should. I was drowning in your self assurance, deeper and deeper and that made me feel I'm so cool as well. I weren't but you didn't mind. You wanted me just the way I am. We belonged to each other. And now… Yes, I had you. But I don't have anymore. You were my first, my last, my everything. My perfect. I know that I'll never find any boy that could stand in for you. Nobody equals you.

Girl I was it look past the swear

A better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat

You know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster…

As far as I remember you never minded the passenger seat. You even liked it. Or you only made me thinking that way. You've found that sexy. Exciting. Exhibitionistic. Have you? Or is it only one of my fictitious thoughts, involved into reality so that I couldn't distinguish them anymore? You determined my world. Everything here has now your name, your voice and your smell. I don't know if I'd ever manage to make it go away. Maybe it really will always be you. Making all these teenage hearts beating harder, faster, while mine will be slowly dying.

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Will you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

I didn't know you're gonna put it into a song. It was so… so ours. Only ours and now belongs to these thousands of fans screaming hysterically at your sight. Remember that evening? Both in bed, me trying to concentrate on studying while you were just lying beside and looking at me with adoration in your beautiful eyes. “Tell me - you said as you pulled out the book from under my pillow - tell me how could it be that only girls read such shit as harlequins?” “Tell me - I answered with question - how could it be that only boys produce such shit as testosterone?” You started to laugh. We both did. Since then I was your harlequin girl and you my testosterone boy. Now there are thousands of them and I think you didn't have the right to do this.

But there is one thing that brings the solace in harshest moments. Awareness that you're fallen for me as much as I'm for you, maybe even more. And you're suffering too. Thought of it makes me think that we're meant for each other. Forever.

…see you at the bitter end…

 

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