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Prodigal ex returns
Funny how I talk to you,
And I'm 15 again,
Tripping over myself just to smile at you.
Remembering all the lies that were once true.
When we talk,
I'm a teenager,
Madly in love with the idea of a girl,
And trying to make myself a part of her world.
When I see
That you remember us,
I grin slyly and it distracts from the real issue.
The real issue that the girl on my mind isn't you.
For now at least,
We'll text like 15 year olds.
I'll pretend I don't remember how you tore me apart.
I'll pretend there isn't a different girl who's got a hold on my heart.
And I'm 15 again,
Tripping over myself just to smile at you.
Remembering all the lies that were once true.
When we talk,
I'm a teenager,
Madly in love with the idea of a girl,
And trying to make myself a part of her world.
When I see
That you remember us,
I grin slyly and it distracts from the real issue.
The real issue that the girl on my mind isn't you.
For now at least,
We'll text like 15 year olds.
I'll pretend I don't remember how you tore me apart.
I'll pretend there isn't a different girl who's got a hold on my heart.
Published 15th Apr 2012
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16th Apr 2012 3:38am
16th Apr 2012 1:16pm
Anonymous
16th Apr 2012 6:55pm
LadyLoss,
Isn't it something that no matter how deep we bury somethings, all it takes is that one brief encounter and it's all right back to the surface again! Well told. Enjoyed.
tornado
Isn't it something that no matter how deep we bury somethings, all it takes is that one brief encounter and it's all right back to the surface again! Well told. Enjoyed.
tornado
17th Apr 2012 3:49pm
Tbh tornado, my first love came back on the scene with exquisite timing :) she's distracting me from the issue in hand... So to speak!!
