Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Backstabber

I'll play the victim. from now on. It was you first, but it's my turn now. This is how I feel. And I know. That you don't love me anymore. Because I don't think that I do either. But I can't say it first. Its ugly, dirty, messy, foul, my stomach turns. My heart weeps, LOVE ME, but I cannot love. It weeps when I'm around you. The fever of jealousy, as rotten as a spoiled plum, our love is dead.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Why do you cry

"I cry when I listen to Broken Social Scene in my car, with the windows down and my hair flying all over the place". She continued, "I cry when it rains and I don't have an umbrella and I cry when you don't call me after you said you would and I cry when you don't look at me when I look at you and I cry when I remember how things used to be between us and I cry when I try and remember the last time we made love and I cry when I take your hand and you pull yours away and I cry when I think of the first time we met and I cry when I hear you lie to me and I cry at the thought of not being together and I cry at the thought of staying together and I cry when you tell me you love me I cry when you tell me you need me. I cry all the time but you just don't see it because you chose to live completely and utterly blinded".
He kissed her on the cheek, got up, started walking to the door. Halfway there he stopped, turned around, took a deep breath and whispered "I loved you, and I love you, and I'll always love you, but I don't like you, I don't like you anymore, I don't like you at all. I don't like this, this. I don't like what we've become. I don't like what you've become. If you cry when I tell you I love you and you cry when you think of not being with me, when don't you cry ? I am so confused. I hate you, actually no, I loathe you. I hate the fact that you are so crazy and you've ruined everything. This is not my fault, this is your fault. Remember that."He turned around and walked out the door, for the last time. The last time they would see each other.
But now, when she listens to Broken Social Scene in her car, she can't help but smile.

and then cry.