Thursday, December 29, 2016

Your such a turd. 

Yes. I am dream-girl. 

I can love you like the sky bends over.
And still experience the sun kissing my feet.

Whatever you do to me.
I decide what it means.

Oscar ending

"I dont love you anymore." 

I wonder what you wanted me to do 
Or possibly say.

There was no script
Or cue beforehand.

Next time, remember to give the heads up.
Some clues to the crime.
 symptoms of the sickness in your heart.
Bread crumbs to doom.

Or at least a freaking text. 

What was the closure you wanted?

Was it,


"I understand."

Or you would expect some drama from me?
Something like,
"Get in a car and die!"

Give me a knife and I will show you an ending. Ha ha. 

But I, 
ever stubborn, ever naive, 
went with the oscar worthy ending:

"So what?
  I love you forever."

And ever and ever. 

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

2 seconds.

It took you 2 seconds.
Like literally. Its insane.

"Write some more."

God. I feel so loved.