I told myself your hands on my hips
Wouldn’'t mean anything
And your lips pulling at mine
Would just be a quick fix
A horrible idea, that we both were
More than willing to jump on
I was convinced that a few buttons undone
Wouldn'’t hurt anyone in the long run
And I’'d keep my head about it

I told myself over and over again
That I wouldn'’t want seconds
That I'’d wake up the next day
And we'’d put on a great display
That nothing was different
No one would know

I’'m always forgetting the eyes
Where secrets are accidentally told

I was sure I'’d be fine
Hoping maybe this time
I'’d hold my poise with eloquence

Bullshit.

As my hands ran along your beard
And up into your hair
I was a goner trying to play grown up
And that more than 2 hours later
When I pulled myself back together
Buckled my belt, snapped things together
And rubbed my beard-burned lips
That’ I'’d be brilliantly fine.

What a brilliantly

Shitty

Lie.

04/08/2011

Posted on 04/08/2011
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