Just A Thought

'to the left to the left, if you wanna leave
be my guest- you can step'

so you wanted to try me on for a size
and it wasn't before after you seen me for the first time
in a long time that you realized
that maybe your hand didn't fit so perfectly in mine
and my rugged rudeness followed by the presence of manners
it doesn't throw you off as much anymore does it?

-see the other day, you spoke of how people usually notice when you're upset
and honestly, in all honesty; you made me feel like shit
cuz see, i felt as though you placed me in the same category as all the others
and honestly, in all honesty; those others really don't mean shit
like i said before, they're eyes are ignorant
they see what they want to-

my 'idontgive a fuck' attitude is still here
i still don't give two shits and if people don't like me they can suck my dick
and bandaids still don't heal
there's no bandaid big enough to cover up the scars that you left behind
so even hiding these invisible cuts are out of the question
i loved how we finished eachothers sentences
and how we had more inside jokes than a couple of 10 years
and i actually felt like you meant it when you said noone fit half as much as you and i did
and the random giggles; i miss them a lot
i guess the butterflies just stopped tickling you huh?