on bad news

There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week, I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything. And the talkin' leads to touchin' and the touchin' leads to sex and then there is no mystery left. And it's bad news, Baby I'm bad news.- Rilo Kiley (Portions for Foxes)

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Everything he says tells me he's perfect for you-

But I'm on the one sitting next to him at the bar,

and I don't know where you are- or if you're even in the picture,

or if I even care.

I want to be a sound engineer,

he tells me as we take a shot of tequila.

You told me just last week you were going to school for sound. I down the tequila, sucking the lime as I try my hardest not to think about it.

Sometimes you want something so bad,

that you tend to overlook everything else,

good and bad

because its just easier than knowing the reality is,

you're wrong.

So very, very, wrong.

on a beautiful sky on a beautiful day

It's a beautiful sky on a beautiful day, but only you can stretch a smile across my face.-Sherwood (The Best in Me)
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Her name was Laura,

he says, and a smile stretches across his face, as his eyes gain an almost wistful look and I wish somewhere out there there was a boy who was saying the same thing about me.

I was so sure she was my end all. It didn't matter how she looked, she could show up at school completely disheveled, and she was still my dream- I haven't thought about her in years.

A shake of the head, as if trying to push the memory of her away, that has come back in such a full force he feels like a lost fifteen year old boy again.

I never thought I'd feel that way about someone again- but then I met her.

He sits down across from me, and the only word I can possibly use to describe him is: smitten.

It's sweet,

I offer.

It's terrifying,

He looks miserable.

But exhilerating. To know you so completely feel for someone,

I argue.

I sigh-

I wish- I WISH- I could say I felt that way too,

but I don't.

on something (someone) new

One eye open, you never know. Someone could completely stop her pulse. She needs to know if there's someone better and- she needs to know if that means someone else. -A Day Away (Young Hearts)
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I stare at the bar as I try to decide what I'm going to drink. Gleaming bottles stare at me, a shiny mirror reflecting back my look of concentration.

I've just had the longest week of my life.

Jack Daniels, 1800, Captain Morgan, Blue Sapphire, Makers Mark.

The list continues.

I'll get a double of Makers,

I say the words far more confidently then I feel them- I am not much of a whiskey girl.

The look he gives me is appraising, as he too turns to the bartendar-

Make mine tequila. With training wheels.

I've always wondering what 'training wheels' meant, but I decide now isn't a good time to ask that. I'm guessing its the salt and lime that accompanies most shots of tequila-

but since i'm not really a tequila drinker I never knew.

Still, I stare at the caramel color of the Makers and it calms my nerves just a bit.

I can't remember the last time I was in a one on one situation with a guy I was interested in who actually liked me too-

I'm waiting to fail miserably at holding his attention.

What do we drink to?

His voice brings me back, and I smile a little. A man after my own heart-

you should always drink to something.

Hmmm...

I stare at a spot somewhere past the bar, pondering.

That hard of a decision?

I smile at his question, dreading and anticipating the Makers all at once. I pick up the frosted shot glass and raise it to meet his.

To doubles.

He smiles and I down the shot in one gulp.

It's a sunday afternoon, and I'm sitting at a restaurant bar with a boy I hardly know, and you're finally far from my mind.

Thank goodness for something new.

on going back

Those three words, they're said too much. They're not enough.- Snow Patrol (Chasing Cars)
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She sits in a room and stares at the wall.

The white stares back, blank and empty,

resonating the feelings she has.

The escape from reality has come to an end.

Two weeks,

two long weeks.

Back to the real world.