Distasteful Distractions

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What did you say; the words must’ve slipped and now look at me; tears and streaks all down my face.

Don’t I make a fool of myself often, even when you didn’t know me back then? You still knew me.

You still knew me because I heard your friends talking behind my back; every hallway I turned down.

They were there, laughing, and you were laughing too hard to give a damn about how I felt or how… or.

Or how I cried, you never did really think of that, did you?

You just wanted to fit in with the rest of your friends, one look at me and there you were smiling like some sicko, but I fell in love with that sicko, I did.

I fell in love with him and now I became one too, or haven’t I always been one?

Everyone has their things they say; my brain feels so chilled by that.

By that… unnecessary distraction that come forth from people’s mouths.

 Their untrue words soaked with the stench and the aftertaste of a thousand fallen stars.

What was it that you said?

I’m sorry, please forgive me, I keep thinking off-ways.

I kept on thinking you were the one; was it an instinct or a gut reaction?

I couldn’t know for sure so I let that one go.

For a while I was stingy; always needy.

And then the idea came about again and this time, I was sure of what I wanted and what I wanted was sure of what he wanted as well.

You were always so reliable to me, always so finished with the world.

You never seem as much as quick with words, but that’s always how it starts; doesn’t it?

There are so many things we still don’t know about each other and with everyone’s words I still keep remembering every one you told me.

Huh, what was that, oh, I am so sorry, reminiscing, that I am, everything we’ve ever told each other, I am recalling now.

I know; I’ve always been so… distracting.

What did you call it… echoing everything off the walls.