Everytime You Lie
SourirexBeau
you told me on a sunday, that it wasn't gonna work.
sunday.
it was sunday, if you remember.
she was with you that night. she'd expected something bad; i think she knew.
you told her... you told her it wasn't working out.
did you think that it hurt her?
did you think she was crying when she looked away from you?
her head swiveling to the side and her then-long black hair falling like a curtain over her face.
did you think she was crying;
instead of smiling?
when she called me:
i heard the fire crackling in the backround. i almost thought that you were there, with her, as she called me.
but she told me you'd gone to get some snacks.
like she would stay.
i know that you remember the part where she ditched you.
she told me she needed to come over.
in about twenty minutes she was at my house, and it was raining.
it was like a scene in a movie...
she stepped inside, water dripping from her silky mini-dress.
she took of her coat and hung it up in the closet next to my door, then looked at me with eyes that were almost sorrowful.
but not really.
she told me what happened, exactly.
"we sat next to the fire, as the flame was burning out...
i knew what you were thinking before you'd say it aloud."
she told me how you said it, why you said it, when you said it, where you said it.
and then we wrote about it.
she wrote furiously, then pencil in her thin hand moving swiftly across the paper.
she wasn't a talented singer.
but the girl could write.
she handed me the paper when she was done,
her beautiful brown eyes looked away from me immediately as i tried to read the lyrics quickly.
i didn't really get the chance.
she told me to put it on the my album under my name, because it definitely wasn't her style.
i agreed.
do you remember when you saw the sheet music poking out of my bag, and you asked who the song was about?
you were always a fast reader. you caught the first four lines almost immediately.
i lied. "well it's not about you, if that's what you're thinking..."
before i placed it in my black leather bag, i caught a glance at the some of the lyrics.
you still loved her, i could see it in your eyes.
she slept over that night, and right as we were tucking ourselves into bed i glanced at her.
her eyes were shiny with tears, and she was making an uncomfortable face.
she was forcing herself to cry.
i tried to cry myself to sleep, cause' it was supposed to hurt.
then, realizing that she had protected herself so well that she wasn't even remotely hurt... just sad... i added a line to the song.
how long will it take before you see that she's no me?
so. have you realized that she's no her yet?
if not;
it won't take long.
only a little while before you realize...
yes. it won't take long at all.
