(and Truth be told I ain't lying. When you see my face hope it gives you ... sorry)
"Tell me my hair looks fine
"it does"
Tell me I look good in these pants
"you do"
What do you think of this outfit?
"I think you look great in everything"
Don't be stupid, really does this look fine?
"I'm telling you the truth."
I've never told you anything but the truth, you know that.
So don't yell at me when you ask "is it fine to take a break?" and I tell the truth.
No I'm not fine with an empty chair at family game night. I'm not fine playing Scrabble alone.
No I'm not fine giving my jersey to my sister because no one else wants to wear it.
No I'm not fine looking for our hidden nickels at Kneaders alone.
No I'm not fine when I can't use the word 'adventure' and no one understands why.
No I'm not fine when you say "we'll see if things work out" or "Sorry, I've got a date tonight"
I don't want his grubby, unworthy hands anywhere near your delicate waist.
And I don't want your arm wrapped around his waste either.
I'm only telling you the truth, you once told me you liked that.
25.1.14
Mckeller.
Peter Mckeller? Yeah that'll make her swoon.
I tried to find abandoned in a different language. but Google failed me.
forlatt. nilar. verlate. <------------------ Those are
worse than Mckeller.
worse than Mckeller.
Abandoned because that's how I feel.
Abandoned Because that's what you did to me.
And maybe this blog will win you back.
But maybe it won't.
Maybe if I write a thousand sappy poems, and tell you how your eyes twinkle when you stand before a crowd and your brows furrow when you take a test, then you'll remember that my eyes twinkle when I see YOU and my brows furrow when you explain to me for the 5th time why this 'just couldn't work.'
So who cares if there's not time or if the money ran dry
or if that even sounded poetic.
Here I am.
And at least I'm trying.
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