Polygon

I wish he would leave my kiss on the dance floor.
I'd like to pretend that never happened.

I never asked to be in this shape.
In between you and her;
in the corner being trapped by him.
Next time you let me open my heart
think about this...
Think about my eyes burning with rage and a slight hint of jealousy.
Think about the ways I've made you smile.
Think about how miserable she's made you.
Think about me...
and the way things used to be.
And how repetative I'm being.

I hate walking in circles.
And I hate standing in corners.
Geometry was never my strong suit.

by thefadingscene
posted on 05/13/2008