Attention

Getting home with friends under my arms and heels on my hands.

Your friends have been asking about us, about what happened. Was I supposed to lie? Should have I said that we just grew apart, as you did? I wasn’t going to lie. I told them half of how much of an asshole you were to me.- That’s what I said to you when you called me asking why had I been throwing dirt on your name.

Getting drunk, dancing the night away, getting home with friends under my arms and heels on my hands. I hit all the clubs in L.A. knowing in each there would be a party better than on the one before, moving on. I was feeling myself, that dress was sexy on my skin, that perfume made me feel fancy.

I ran into you. When you came to dance with me I tried to be nice, because of our past, but when you made a move I went back to my friends. I wasn’t coming back to your place.

My friends and I went to the DJs stage, we jumped, we danced, we laughed, and quite frankly we enjoyed everyone’s attention on us, everyone’s but yours. Your eyes wouldn’t stop staring at me, if only you moved on if only you’d leave me alone.