Genel Yönetici GERGE Mesaj tarihi: Temmuz 24, 2007 Genel Yönetici Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Temmuz 24, 2007 I loved him so; (it must have made it all the more sweet to pull him between your legs.) I don't know, my little darling (Buds Of May) I'm all dried up with the tears that I've cried. I live my life that way that I choose to; and I regret nothing about what I've done to get ahead of you and the thin hair line from his bellybutton downward, or the tattoo of my face that you stapled onto your penis like a proclamation (of how much I was yours) I'll just let your sluts suck it (and you) off with the replacement of my absence. You and I aren't going to work it out, and the bullshit letters that you send to me won't make it all better, baby my darling (darkling) buds of May and the failure of my faltering heart; don't you get it, I can't cry anymore. I went away once, completely and fucked twelve men in twelve months (call me a whore if you want, but it was good sex -good sex without shit to complicate the situation.- Its not my fault that your not getting laid enough to repay your stubborn streak. Its not my fault that you view ''shoot'' as a swear word and have to excuse yourself under the dinner table when you say it. Its not my fault that your scared to death to breath boldly.) I loved him so but my darling buds of May can't sting me anymore. What about the investment of me as such an ugly girl (did you know that I cut all of my hair off?) (did you know that I won't leave the house without enough eyeliner to hid my designer-printed heartache?, whatever the hell was left for you to take -in the end- was fake and she was not me.) And its not my fault that you wanted to move to Alaska and raise abandoned dogs (or how you stayed up all night listening to Stevie Nicks tapes as though she we're a god) or that you fucked two different boys just to kiss the one that I loved. And its not my fault that I was so obscure that you felt sure that you needed to be me; hang on my arm because everything that I had you wanted even him and my devotion which outlasted the outdated walls of high school. (I have no use for you anymore, did you know that I don't make friends easily now?) Did you know how much I loved him? With his twenty-seven handwritten love letters that I keep between the bony layers of my hands when I read them; boxed up boxed in bullshit, I loved him so; once, but I think that if I ever saw any of you again I would scratch your eyes out; let the fine points of my fingernails facilitate my furry, because I will never get the picture of him squeezing my breasts, or him putting his finger in you (out of my mind,) or behind my back as though you had no clue (fucking shrew;) who I called best friend for so long. And its not my fault that Jon moved to Texas (like Grover, right -so akin we're her lies-) and its not my fault that Matt left you dry, and its not my fault that you both hung out with Josh when he was high. But it was my fault that I never asked why you hurt me so before the phone line went dead and how after graduation in our gowns of green I left and re-birthed myself; conceivable inside my moan I carried this hate around me for nine months and contracted myself anew renew my rebirth: (did you know that I fell in love with a man who told me that I was beautiful?) (did you know that I got scared -rabbit like, am I- and ran?) And its not my fault that my three little darling buds of May (the one made of lies especially) never cared to notice the pain on my face that last year, from Christmas on when I was planning my get away like a clever thief. You can pull yourself together all you want; but A.manda: you will always be just like your mother, and A.ngela: will always be just like you and he is death kissed into life; poison (he lets you in to fuck you out.) And to think I once loved him so. [ Mesaj 24 Temmuz 2007, Salı - 20:29 tarihinde, GERGE tarafından güncellenmiştir ] Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
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