April 2010
6 posts
dead and done.
Don’t you miss the way you bled?
Right, when I shot you out of my head.
Don’t you miss that dreadful smoke?
Is that supposed to be a joke?
Don’t you miss the way things were?
I’m afraid it seems to be a blur.
Don’t you miss my helpful words?
‘Hurtful’ is more like the term.
I certainly miss the way you cried.
Like how...
the age-old tale.
oh dearie me. I’m a hypocrite now, aren’t I? just like a penny - two-faced and worthless, don’t you think? well, that’s just dandy. I like it up here, believe it or not. it’s nice. the service is great, really. you should try it sometime. oh wait. you do. and yet still you fail miserably. what’s this? the umpteenth time I’ve beaten you at your own game? I...
no, seriously.
is it impulse? every time you open your mouth and babble incoherent sounds that are supposed to resemble intelligence, is it just second nature by now? or do you know you’re doing it? is it your trick to knock out the competition? to annoy the fuck out of them until they back down and give you the crown? no, seriously. you can just keep your mouth closed, because I can guarantee that...
a little less than three.
little hearts line the pages. annotations stuck in tiny spaces. together our hands fit like a glove. I think I might just be in love. daydreams pushing work aside. smiles at every sweet ‘goodnight’. rainy days have come and gone and happiness goes on for long. notebooks filled with lame love poems (and cheesy lines by she who wrote them). feeling your beat against my ear. protecting me...
everywhere I turn.
I look to my left. cute couple ahead. they’re a little awkward together, but I guess to each his own. she’s been around a bit. finally found someone who appreciates her. or just another arm to latch onto. but they look happy. they share as kiss as I turn away.
I look to my right. my favorite two. he’s so much taller, and she’s petite. just like us. but they fit together. just like us. they’re...
you're not funny.
hmm, okay, how do I put this…? you’re not funny.
shit happens, you know. it’s humorous. we laugh, all share a moment. and then it’s done. but you’re a necrophiliac. you wake this joke from its peaceful, death slumber and proceed to FUCK the hell out of it. it’s not just beating a dead horse. it’s like raping it.
and what if it’s not even funny to begin with? are you laughing that hard at a joke...