I don't even know what this is. You have to believe me when I say I wasn't on any drugs when I wrote this. My mind is just... weird, I guess.
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"What do you want?" his voice clear as day, as the question he was asking.
(but she couldn't, couldn't answer him)
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White fluffy clouds, floating through the skies. So fluffy and big and soft and
(beautiful).
Look, up there, a bird. ( f l y i n g ) high above everything.
Flying through the skies, past the trees and mountaintops, heading for the sun. (or maybe just for freedom).
(but the thing is, its one and the same)
x
"Do you love me?"
(silence)
"Do you?"
(never an answer)
x
Summer is for sunscreen and for swimsuits and for starry nights and for sunglasses.
(white and sticky on your skin, a smell that lingers in your nose)
(black with purple polka dots, sticking to your wet jeans)
(sunset; laughing, talking, drinking, dancing -that, until sunrise. andinbetweenyoucountthestars)
(bright or dark or pretty -and shit ; whiteandstickystainstheglass)
But most of all, summer is for
(love)
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(the red of the wine is darker than her hair, and darker than his lips)
(maybethatiswhytheykiss)
"I love you" she (no, he -he) sobs.
( w h a t i s g o i n g o n )
No answer.
(neverneverneverananwer)
x
You couldn't compare Robbie to Beck. Not even if you really wanted to.
(and she really really wanted to)
It was like, Beck was prince charming. And (well) Robbie, was the frog.
x
She picks the petals one by one.
he loves me,
he loves me not.
I love him,
I love him not.
(when she's done with the flower, she picks up another one, and another and another. Until she loses count of what its trying to tell her.)
(maybe she'll never figure it out)
x
mirror,
mirror,
on the wall.
Am I not the craziest of them all?
x
It is on a summer night in 2009 that Cat meets Beck. (She doesn't remember why or how)
(does it matter?)
What matters is, that she's got a best friend named Jade.
And Beck falls (madly) in love with her.
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Robbie is probably the only boy in school who's never ever had a crush on Jade.
He is also probably the only boy who's ever thought he could really love Cat.
(lovelovelove)
x
what does it mean
to have a broken heart?
(well, scientifically, it means you are dead)
(doesn't it, Cat? doesn't it?)
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s h u t u p c a t
(no)
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threehundredandtwentythree, threehundredandtwentyfour, threehundredandtwentyfive…
(counting, she's counting)
Every night she counts the sheep.
Every night she counts the stars.
Every night she counts the frecklesonhisface.
Every night she counts the thoughts (that she's not supposed to say).
(Threehundredandfiftynine, threehundredandsixty, threehundredandsixtyone…)
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The birds are singing
and the wind is howling
The rain is pouring
and the trees are whispering
The stars are twinkling
and c a t is d a n c i n g
(cat is dancing to no music at all, than the music that's playing inside her head)
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"I'm not in love with you."
(shouting)
Whatever does it mean?
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She doesn't really know which one is worse.
(To be shattered)
(Or to shatter someone else)
But really. Does Cat ever know a n y t h i n g ?
(She's got a pretty face though. Isthatenough?)
x
Cat just smiles until her face hurts. (Then, she goes home and cries)
x
Sunglasses are good to hide the tears behind your eyes.
But summer is over, and so is love.
x
Laughing, she hears laughing.
(isshelaughing?)
Maybe it was all a dream.
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