2nd
oh there’s something ‘bout a man in black, makes me want to buy a cadillac, throw the top back and roll down to jackson town.
i find it fascinating that he exists. a boy who will tell me i am beautiful even when my mascara is running down my face and i’m cursing up a storm. a boy who is not afraid to take my hand in public, graze his lips across my fingers and tell his friends “that’s her, she’s the one.” a boy who says my lips are the softest he’s ever touched and that he’s lucky to kiss me. a boy who calls and messages just to say hey, how are you, i had fun last night when can i see you again.
i find it repulsive that i push him away. i push and i pull and i push and i pull, but he’s still here. still calling me beautiful, still kissing my hand and still sending messages just to see how i am. confused? perhaps. blown away? fuck yes. i have everything i have ever wished for in a man, and it’s not enough, it’s not you.
i feel out of place tonight.
