Because of you, I'll always be that girl.
People still remind me of what we did, of what I did.
I wish that our first kiss had been our last, even though I still remember every detail.
Our dance across the hot, black asphalt,
Laying down in the third parking space to left.
As I lay there next to you, I let my emotions take control.
Between those faded white lines, we formed a bond that we swore would never be broken.
We created our own little bubble,
A place where your girlfriend didn't exist.
It was simply me and you.
You and me.
Oh how I liked the sound of that.
And I told you so,
Free flowing conversation,
Almost never ending.
Nothing was forbidden.
Then, suddenly, we ended up in a precarious situation.
Me, leaning over you and staring down into your eyes,
Fascinated by your blue eyes.
You staring back, penetration my walls with a single glance.
An almost kiss, a panicked moment.
Both of us dropping obvious hints of our desire.
An amazing kiss, the perfect moment.
Being held by you, the boy I'd grow to love.
Relaxing there, counting the stars with you, was literally the best time I've ever had.
Speechless had followed, the conversation lulled.
We walked back to my car in a companionable silence.
Once we walked out of our bubble, we felt the world come crashing down on us.
Feeling the asphalt burn the soles of my feet as we kissed again.
Breaking apart, as the breeze ruffled the hem of my dress,
Our mutual whisper of, "Danielle."
Your girlfriend.
Both of us, being naive, chose to live for the moment.
Chose to pretend that I wasn't the other girl.
Days passed by, and we fell for each other.
Yet, you continued to cling to Danielle.
We clung to one another, neither one willing to do what we knew was right.
Some say that you played both of us.
I say that you and I played her, and then you played me at the very end.
I am just as fault as you are.
I was just as capable of stopping it as you were.
But I loved you.
As much as I wanted to deny it, I was the other girlfriend.
I just as guilty as you were, if not more so.
I should have shared the blame.
Two months of secrets, deception, and emotions.
Instead of doing what I knew I should have done and ending us,
I held on.
Gave you dozens of chances to choose me over her,
or at least just choose one of us.
I never pushed you though, which was my fault.
Staying with you was my fault.
Loving you was my fault.
Letting you constantly let me down, constantly break my heart,
was my fault.
Repairing my heart each time,
Pretending you hadn't heart me.
Tape.
Glue.
Anything.
We carried on for two months.
Then you told Samantha that you were breaking up with her.
That you were finally going to choose me.
Little did we know, you lied to me, and to yourself.
Two days later, I caught you with Jordan.
I know you watched me shatter into a million little pieces,
And I know that I shattered you with my words.
The night had turned cold, and I ran from you.
My heart hit the ground, a new lock already in place.
Today, the two of us don't speak.
We dance around one another, avoiding contact.
I think you're a jerk,
You think I'm a bitch.
But...
Those times when our eyes do meet,
I know you see the heart I've haphazardly repaired.
And I know you feel the pull between us,
A pull that we ignore.
Can you guess what I see when I look at you?
I see you, and wish that I hadn't been your other girl.
Because of me, you'll be known as a player.
Because of you, I'll be THAT girl.
Forever.
Our labels to live down.
