3 AM, a single streetlight on. We were parked right down the street from my house. "Sleep Well" by Lydia was playing in the background, until the timer in your car shut it off after 8 minutes.
"You like it more than ever
And I cannot stand this
Because you like it more than ever"
Was I hearing myself sing? I didn't think so. It could have been though. You tasted so good, and you reacted to my every touch. You asked me what this meant for us as you sat on top of me in the back seat of your car. We both knew the answer, but you had to get it out in the open anyway. "For the first time, I don't know how I feel. You're different, and that scares me." If I were to end it, right here and now, I know I'd change my mind in a few weeks. And we both knew you'd come running back to me if that happened, and that scared the both of us. You like me way too much.
I think my guitar is still in the back of your car. I'm not worried about anything happening to it though, I know you'll keep it safe.
It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The streetlights, the silence, a parked car.
An excerpt from my last conversation ever with my former best friend:
(Me) "So you were basically friends with me for the first 3 years of high school because I gave you compliments? And for all of the advice I've given you over the years, the one time you decide not to take it is when it's totally going to fuck up your life going into college?
"Well...I was coming out of a very hard time in my life, and I was very vulnerable---"
"Because one of your closest friends called you a slut in 8th grade? I'm sorry, but that's just ridiculous. Everyone is vulnerable. You don't think I am? My parents got divorced when I was 6."
"Yeah, but that happened when you were 6."
"So? Do you have any idea how fucking screwed up my home life is? I have virtually no relationship with my father who I have to see every week, my sister hates my guts and started drinking at 14, I won't be able to afford college because my mom can't earn enough money to help with the tuition...you honestly think that something like divorce goes away? How would you feel if your parents got divorced?"
"Well my parents actually love each other and would never do something like that."
Yeah, well I hope you rot in hell, Brianne. It's great to know the girl I shared all my secrets with for the past 3 years of my life is actually a total bitch. And I hope your new "toy" shreds your fucking heart into pieces.
My heart is a candle, your love is a match
Burning it down until all that I'm left with is wax
Your lips move so slowly, but I can't find time to relax
You kill me with words, you're a murderer, but I cover your tracks