The lies of your lovers. The love of our liars.
Oh, the lives of every liar's lover.
Meltmeltmelt me./
I found an old letter this morning; waterspots and torn creases. On its lines your messy penmanship scrawlled out just how amazing she was. I was jealous the first time I read it through, mostly because it reminded me of how amazing you once found me... but that was years ago, and we're so different now. I was young enough to pretend that I loved your ideas. I found it in me to rejoice,
"Oh, something new, something glorious, something vicarious."
I sat next to a boy last week. He was different than you, he was warm. We were smiling, I'm not sure why. It seemed simple;
He didn't make me nervous, and I couldn't trip his words.
Oh some things are new, less things are glorious, nothing is vicarious. I'll be living my own life now./
Talktalktalk, about your future success, and how you'll have my heart all in a mess.
I want to hear it.
You've been singing out of tune./
"If I don't come back, I mean if I get side tracked, it's only because I wanted to."
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Wow. That was sooo goooodd Krista. I could really relate to the feelings. It's like, when I read over my own water stained letters someone wrote to me once. Crazy how your writing could recollect such vivid memories and feelings. I mean, wow, seriously. That was sooo amazing!
Haha. Couldn't resist.
ohhhh deeear.
that sounds nice.
Krista that was most beautifully written.
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