we become the things we do.
its funny how things change.
it was always the girl chasing after the boy.
chase chase chase. then she gave up.
she still hung around, didnt have a choice. but she stopped holding her breath thinking he might choke out some kind of declaration.
she knows shes got him in some way. she doesnt know for how long, or why he stays around at all.
so time passes, she throws out that lipgloss, that sweater, those jeans. does her hair a little different. maybe a little heavy on the eyeliner. & keeps flirting for entertainment.
she goes from small town to small city, her friends nearly triple, & her hearts still on her sleeve.
spring was quick, summer was hot, fall didnt last, winter was cold. what makes a year any different from the rest?
that lipgloss, that sweater, those jeans. her eyeliner, her hair, her friends, how many ex's? pathetic.
life isnt built to last, & she digs that.
she just wishes she knew how to be stationary every now & then.