When I was five years of age
you were losing your virginity in a girl's bed.
When I was eight
you could vote for the leader of our country.
When I was ten
you gained your first peircing, the one I like.
When I was mutilating myself,
you were having flings in city motels.
When I was having my first kiss,
you were on to your 40th lover meaningless.
When I was chasing some boy with long hair,
you were having surgery on that part of your stomach, the scar I like.
Time does not matter, but the chronilogical order of things sure does.
Lets not sleep again, I dont' think we need to.
Just look at me, you won't like me in 2 hours.
The texture of you is very soft
but you tolkd me it would be
you also told me you loved my eyes,
lover, you lie.
I can't shake this undeniable feeling of skeptisism,
this undulating feeling of sickness in my groin
this infatuation that is not healthy for any teeange girl.
Or maybe it is, and they just aren't telling us something.
I don't feel special
but with him I did, is that good or bad?
Am I supposed to not feel genuine?
60 people, darling, that is quite a lot.
2 people, asshole, thats is not very much at all
barely enough to cover a hard wood floor.
I don't feel safe with you
and I thought I might like that, but its just something else I don't write
home about.
I promised myself I wouldn't write about it...
but look at me, you won't even like me in 2 hours.
 
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