watching (my) worlds explode and falling in "love" more than once a day. the girls of summer. killer bodies kindly kill with sympathetic smiles still pressed against my pathetic ones. all in all I don't mind. kiss & don't tell... unless/until you ask. jealousy is all I want in return. looks of disgust is all i'll get. but nothing matters because in the long run we'll never be and the short run doesn't have much of a chance either. girls who haven't had enough time to think it all through. sometimes it seems that this'll be the closest to love i'll ever get. but I've got high hopes that it isn't .
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