Fools on parade - part three.

It's been a while since I saw you last. I know you saw me earlier on, but I wait until there is a better time to actually come over and say hi, That suits me fine, I didn't' want it to look like I was coming on to strong. (And yes, this is about you.) I turn around and you're gone, but before long we're back together. In a room full of people and I'm drawn to you. I can't help but not want you. I can't help but feel that all of this is only an accomplishment. We don't need anyone while we talk about the nothingness. We don't need company in the back seat of your car. I guess this is what contentment feels like.

You say you 'like' me, but who knows what that means. You say you don't want me to go while your hands are slowly caressing over me, but who know whether this is for real. You say you want to see me again, but who knows if I feel the same, because lets face it one way or another we're here to fuck each other over and get really, really hurt.

S.