i forgot about you, and i feel bad but i stared into his eyes, and i melted like a stick of butter, i couldn't contain myself, and i left, and forgot about you, and love is no joke, and passion is a crime, that i cannot stop committing, and i forgot that you were waiting for me, i was scanning the horizon, i said that i thought i saw angel, and i walked down the street, and as soon as i saw him i forgot that you were there and i got fucking laid that night, and by the time i remembered you were still here i thought you were gone because i had left and i laugh now when i think of the club that you and i went to, with people staring at us from afar and gentle laughter as we talked with our friends and i forgot until it was too fucking late that i had not told you about me and cesar, and my ex-boyfriend drives by as i begin, and i am tempted to throw rocks at his car, try to break the window but we are sitting right in front of the police station,and that wouldn't work and as the clock hits 5:30 and you get on the train and i begin the long walk home it occurs once again that i forgot to tell you that i like you but i love danny. and markovich makes us go home and tells us that we might be hookers and he'll arrest us if he sees us again for the rest of the night.
Reason for writing:
im always forgetting. all of the above actually happened.
Birth sign: Aries
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