They swear your crazy. They are trying to explain to you like a naive child that he never was yours. But you swear that you can still feel his lingering fingers on your flesh. His last deep kiss upon your chapped lips. And you were crazy to have thought you could be his arm candy at school the day after. The are trying to push it onto you that the boy was not yours. Ever. So get over it.But you can remember him the way he pushed his theigh onto your hip, the way he twisted his tounge with yours. The way he gave an exasperated moan into your ear when it was time to leave. The way he said he loved you. And as you walk from the police station handcuffed for harrasment , you see him stammer by in his shiny red car and he blows a kiss to you.
That One Little Feeling
February 26, 2010