Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I'm not...
I'm not going to think about him
I'm not going to think about him
I'm not going to think about him anymore
I'm not going to think about the way he looked
I'm not going to think about how I've almost forgotten the sound of his voice
I'm not going to think about how he used to cut his own hair in the bathroom
I'm not going to think about how he wanted an English Bulldog
I'm not going to think about how he was in love with his car
I'm not going to think about how I "shared" him with his "boyfriend" John
I'm not going to think about when he included the word "faggetry" into his everyday terminology
I'm not going to think about how most of his clothes were from Vans or skater stores I had never even heard about
I'm not going to think about how he got drunk and told me about 2 girls 1 cup and how I was then scarred for life
I'm not going to think about how he tried to make me jealous with random sonic car hops
I'm not going to think about when he wanted to buy these red rims from a 350z
I'm not going to think about how his mom used to cook him burritos and he burned himself because it was too hot
I'm not going to think about how "Reppin' my Block" came on when his alarm went off
I'm not going to think about how much I obsessed over his perfectly crafted cupids bow
I'm not going to think about how he made fun of me for laughing with my mouth closed
I'm not going to think about how I thought he was the strongest person on earth
I'm not going to think about how he would always call me at 9 pm
I'm not going to think about the size of his nipples lol
I'm not going to think about his obsession with sharing a snowcone
I'm not going to think about our plans for December 07
I'm not going to think about how he nervously laughed when he too said, "I love you"
I'm not going to think about how we said we were going to watch Beowulf, but we never got around to it
I'm not going to think about how I always thought we were the only two people on earth
I'm not going to think about how we had talked about the price range for engagement rings
I'm not going to think about how he went to Miami instead of Houston for my birthday
I'm not going to think about how hes doing now
I'm not going to think about how he used to respond to every text/call I ever gave him
but now he doesnt anymore so he must have gotten sick of me.
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