sometimes i forget to sleep.

remembering the look in your eyes i sigh and wish i was the one you really loved. want nothing more than to be clay in your hands. i melted like an ice sculpture at a party in hell when you gave me looks across a crowded room that said nothing more than why are you here.

are you like me?

your eyes seemed to echo the things said in my head and i asked what you were thinking and you came up with the most asinine things. did you lie? i say the things that i think you want me to say, do you say the things that you think or what you think i want to hear?

so much said in glances in the middle of a movie neither of us really wanted to watch but did anyway out of habit or perhaps nervousness. with you i think i know what they mean when they talk about joy, with you i think i know what they mean when they talk about hurt.

"i think you liked me better when i wasn't in love with you, now you won't turn your head my way..." --frankenixon, los cojones del diablo.

i don't know if i should call you sometimes i think i should if only to hear your voice and know i'm over you and your ways. i checked my mail hoping to find a valentine from you but i guess i wasn't anyone you really cared for.

*sigh*