Before I start recounting my experiences, I'd like to open with a prayer.
A Prayer for Moving On
I will not think of you, and how you used to care. I will not think of you, I wouldn't dare.
I will not think of you and all the times we shared. I will not think of you. Boy, we were quite the pair.
I will not think of you while I lay here at night. I will not think of you, and your arms which once held me tight.
I will not think of you. You and your gentle caress. I will not think of you. It turned into such a mess.
I will not think of you. Life does go on. I will not think of you, and yet thoughts of you are not gone.
Mine
Here it is. I hold it out to you. Everything you could ever want from me. Are you satisified? Red blood drips from my hands. Take this. Your trophy.
Upsilon
Save me! Save me! I have been cursed! To have this affliction is absolutely the worst. It's the dreaded curse of being friends, this is something that deeply offends. "It's not you, it's me. I'm not ready right now. But we can be friends." How do I take this? How? Do I simply smile to hide how I really feel? Or tell him the truth, to show I might not heal? I ask him to his face, "Is it me?" But he's a coward and lies. Something I didn't see. A coward is not for me, it's not what I desire. A man is what I want. A man. Not a liar. A man who will look into my eyes, a man who will tell me no lies. But for now, I'll take this coward as a friend, and one day he'll realize what could have been.
Uh....
Words mean nothing to you. They're your tools. Only used to hurt and destroy. You take pride in your work, leaving behind you a trail of lies.
You pulled me along, dragging me into your twisted life of lies and bull shit. You feel you proved something, perhaps your manhood. But that can't be, because you are only a boy.
You left me lying behind you, in a puddle of misery, tears and anger. You denied pages of sweet nothings with one final fuck off. You left me with my pain. I left you with your boyish power.
You
My tummy does flip flops when I think of you. My tummy does flip flops when I dream of you. My head gets dizzy when I see you. My brain goes kookie when I think of you. I wish I could control these functions when I think of you. I wish I didn't think of you, because I hate you.
