Tonight tonight i was at the bar we were at when you kissed me when you weren't mine but everyone thought you were tonight i was remembering when and the wall i pressed you against telling you how i felt grabbing you and holding on as you returned from the atm tonight i talked about you to a girl nearly as pretty as you it wasn't my choice but you were on my mind the way you still, frustratingly are she smiled as i told how we kissed and listened as i said how i missed you and the wishes we had the beautiful scars we inflicted and how we'd come back for more i still dream of that night our kisses wrong but forever right i hate these choices we made the things we couldn't stop and say i'll say the same to you i almost called you tonight as i left the bar of our stolen night to take back the goodbye i didn't want to try and save you and me i didn't call, but still, my love.  - Jason 7:17pm Tuesday January 16, 2007   <-- Back to the poetry menu.