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Hands clasped under the lunch table; He has his arms around her waist-
He's my boyfriend, what did you expect? (Her words burn your brain like acid, but you don't-
Stop starring; her well-manicured fingernails digging through your skin).
Her mouth ,lipsteethtongue, you certainly remember the trails she-
leaves
clickclickclickclickclick
She would look amazing in nothing but those heels, You say. No one moves. Yeah, maybe you just thought it, but she turns around, isn't she inviting?
;
Blueberries and coffee (it's carved in your tongue just like a freaking tattoo-
She has two, and you are one of the few who had the pleasurepleasurepleasureple-
as roll out of her tongue) she arches her back, oh her softmilkyflawless legs wrapped around your waist (waste of time, She says when you ask her why she doesn't talk to you afterwards, I have a life you know?)
You knew, she knew, he knew-
Could she have to-nofuckingway-ld him?
Was it the (sex) smell of (youonher/heronyou)?
;
She never texted you:
come over to the rv, And you dumbinnocenthopeful go.
They are all over you gentlerough/softhard/whitetanned/bigsmall
hands, smirks, legs, feet, hips, bites, tongues, eyes so penetrating, so blue (dark) blue (dark), like the sky (infinite), and you run.
;
He comes over at you the next day, it goes something (exactly) like this:
You should (will) come over to (play) hang,
and you wonder when he started to sound so (threateningscarysarcastic) much like her.
I-I don't wan… can't, need to help my, um, my mother with… stuff (you know he can see through you-
are nothing compared to him, the coolhotpopular one).
Stuttering, lies, sweaty palms, your glasses slid down your nose, you don't look at him while he fixes them, shiver, raised eyebrow…
Okay, right (the door will be open).
He walks; You sigh;
;
She winks; He smiles; You look away, What's wrong (do they really want to know)?
She snorts; He laughs; You whimper, Seriously, what's going on (they don't need to know do they)?
She rolls her eyes; He takes her hand; Both walk away (you know what to do); You hit your head (hard) on the table,
You're bleeding (that's the understatement of the century);
You walk away.
;
blackredblue, whiteblackbrown, brownpurplegrey, blackblackblack (finally an agreement).
tableclassroomcouch, barparkcar, bedfloorbathroom (you end up on the beach, sand all
over, not that it bothered any of them)
It bothers you, though, doesn't it? (you thought it would last forever? just forget it) (look, we had fun, but we can't, sorry)
;
Fuck-
ed up (this is Hollywood baby, except it still isin't)
Life is too overrated, people who have high expectations always end up d-de-dea-down, The smoke that comes off her mouth adds the special drama factor (You… you know you are the best, right?) But you know you will stutter; they will laugh and leave you again.
You stay with your mouth shut, until you open it:
-kisses, moans, laughs, snorts, snarls, bites, kisses-
and it feels like a fucking cycle (in reality it is). And you love
Us, She purrs into your ear, red (bloody) lipstick staining your neck and clothes,
And then:
limbs tangled, hair sprawled everywhere, sweaty faces, shallow breathing, and you don't (want to) grow tired of this.
;
What is this?, You were only thinking (too loud) and they answer you, voices mending in a beautifulsickdisturbing melody:
Life
;
He reaches behind your back for her hand, and then they are touching you and each other again and the sun is setting and the sky is ohsodarkandblue (the mixture make your insides twirl) and you realize it was never you, it was them and you hopefully tried to squeeze yourself between, desperately wanting to be wanted, needed, taken care of…
But you still love them, they still ask you to come around after school and it feels so natural (does it?) that you want to keep on doing this forever a long-
time, it starts to be less and less frequent (what did you expect?) they got bored of
you-
r lunch table seem to always be on an awkward silence (are they doing the others too? You know they never had manners, but you never imagined… well, you had never imagined any of this, but it happened nonetheless).
You try hard not to scream and you don't, because you know that you are just another string puppet being played by their hands;
Oh the irony: The master became the puppet.
A/N: I seriously don't know where this came from, but I quite like it... Hope you do too.