How You Feel by BROEmEaNtToBe
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And these nights I get high just from breathing
When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real
Like that firework over the freeway
I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel
So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you're already gone
My chesire cat doorstop with fear in your smile
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
What did I do that you can't seem to want me?
And why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
Where can I go that your pictures haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
"Walking By" by Something Corporate
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I lay in the grass, staring up at the cloudless, starry night sky. The weather was perfect, warm with a gentle breeze. But inside it felt horrible. My heart was bursting with so much emotional pain. The fire warmed my feet, but the rest of my body was warmed by the throbbing pain caused by my tears of grief. Miranda and Gordo lay beside me joking around. Everytime I laughed, tears seemed to accompany the stifled sobs. I continued to stare up at the stars, being properly ignored. Ethan walked up and lead Miranda off into the darkness, leaving me with Gordo. I was trying to stop crying and it was hard and it hurt, so I guess it's not surprising a sob escaped followed by gasping chokes. Gordo was suddenly on alert, on his side, leaning over me.
"Are you okay?"
I couldn't speak because I was so choked up with emotion and just shook my head. Arms quickly encircled me and I clung to Gordo as if I were drowning. Maybe I was. Drowning in my own misery. After I managed to calm down my hysteria a bit, we lay side by side looking at those glorious stars, Gordo's arm in the nook created between my shoulder blades and the ground by the log we were resting our heads agaisnt. It felt marvelous. I am never happier than when Gordo holds me. I will always remember the feel of those arms. We talked some, but conversations aren't important. His arm remained around me. The fire was creating this mood and I was emotionally exhausted. This combination made me feel like kissing him. I looked at his profile in the firelight. Those deep blue eyes always so full of care. His perfect lips. Oh god, I could kiss him. Maybe he felt them same way or maybe this was making him feel awkward. Or guilty because of his girlfriend. I can never tell how he feels. I wear my bleeding heart on my sleeve and he buries his in his back pocket underneath his practically empty wallet and car keys. Miranda's dad interrupted our moment asking where his daughter was. Gordo said he'd go find her and seemed happy for the distraction as he wandered off. I rolled over to where Gordo once lay and cried for my love for him. It is so painful to carry. He returned saying he couldn't find Miranda and I rolled back over to my half of the log. We lay in comfortable silence. Neither of us feels the need to talk 24/7 so maybe that's why silences were never awkward.
.
And these nights I get high just from breathing
When I lie here with you I'm sure that I'm real
Like that firework over the freeway
I could stay here all day but that's not how you feel
So why do you leave these questions unanswered?
The circus awaits and you're already gone
My chesire cat doorstop with fear in your smile
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
What did I do that you can't seem to want me?
And why do we lie here and whisper goodbyes?
Where can I go that your pictures haunt me?
What makes it so easy for you to be walking by?
"Walking By" by Something Corporate
.
I lay in the grass, staring up at the cloudless, starry night sky. The weather was perfect, warm with a gentle breeze. But inside it felt horrible. My heart was bursting with so much emotional pain. The fire warmed my feet, but the rest of my body was warmed by the throbbing pain caused by my tears of grief. Miranda and Gordo lay beside me joking around. Everytime I laughed, tears seemed to accompany the stifled sobs. I continued to stare up at the stars, being properly ignored. Ethan walked up and lead Miranda off into the darkness, leaving me with Gordo. I was trying to stop crying and it was hard and it hurt, so I guess it's not surprising a sob escaped followed by gasping chokes. Gordo was suddenly on alert, on his side, leaning over me.
"Are you okay?"
I couldn't speak because I was so choked up with emotion and just shook my head. Arms quickly encircled me and I clung to Gordo as if I were drowning. Maybe I was. Drowning in my own misery. After I managed to calm down my hysteria a bit, we lay side by side looking at those glorious stars, Gordo's arm in the nook created between my shoulder blades and the ground by the log we were resting our heads agaisnt. It felt marvelous. I am never happier than when Gordo holds me. I will always remember the feel of those arms. We talked some, but conversations aren't important. His arm remained around me. The fire was creating this mood and I was emotionally exhausted. This combination made me feel like kissing him. I looked at his profile in the firelight. Those deep blue eyes always so full of care. His perfect lips. Oh god, I could kiss him. Maybe he felt them same way or maybe this was making him feel awkward. Or guilty because of his girlfriend. I can never tell how he feels. I wear my bleeding heart on my sleeve and he buries his in his back pocket underneath his practically empty wallet and car keys. Miranda's dad interrupted our moment asking where his daughter was. Gordo said he'd go find her and seemed happy for the distraction as he wandered off. I rolled over to where Gordo once lay and cried for my love for him. It is so painful to carry. He returned saying he couldn't find Miranda and I rolled back over to my half of the log. We lay in comfortable silence. Neither of us feels the need to talk 24/7 so maybe that's why silences were never awkward.