Wild at Heart

I want to cry but the tears they are not coming in my eyes.

I'd like to be with you but I can't tell you I like you.
I am not supposed to like you. That is why I am not supposed to enjoy sex, like truly enjoy, or write you books, or think about you.
Actually I don't even know if I do.
It's just, when I'm alone I want to be with you. When I get bored too, when I'm dancing on tables too.
I'd like to be in your bed and share some ice creams and make love listenning to soundtracks.

But I get drunk all the time, and then I just sleep and eat my dreams.

The thing I'd like the most is to be with you talking crap. kissing you, then talk again. That's all I want. Actually that's what we do. That is the reason why I think that is NOT what I want.


I'd like to tell you I don't like the other girls, and that I'm jealous and mad at you about last night but the thing is, if you didn't like her maybe I would'nt like you either. That's the way we have to be.
Like stupid kids.

You always think when you met someone similar it's gonna be sunshines and rainbows because you love the same movies and met on a 26 in that street you dreamt of the night before, the song was saying something very ambiguous about fate and the both of you know each other and feel good together and there is something he said or made or thought you weren't expected that totally changed your point of view and actually you know from now you're gonna like him. For months.
And then you buy new dresses even though you know there is no point in doing this, you're gonna try to remind what-was-that-song-again, and listen to it all the time thinking that's putting you on a good karma until you meet again, on the way you read biographies to impress him,

How cute.
How particular.