atlas holds them on his
shoulders,
broad and rippling with
aching muscles.
and her laugh, and
her eyes,
those bunkbeds, the family, and
the
fuck it.
-i need you back in my life. whatever capacity it may be. i dont care. i dont know how i went this long without any trace of you. and you may be busy, you may be stressed, you may be tired but i need to know if you ever cared. ive given you the respect you asked. now fucking treat me with some. after treating you like the gold you are, i get spit on, a letter and abandoned when all i need is a friend. i have thought about you everyday since the 28th of june and i cant handle this anymore. im sorry. after all i thought i was to you, i need to know if i will ever matter at all to you again.
-and you,i need you to be a friend. at least a friend. ill take that. and we deserve that. im sorry again, but we can work at a better solution.
-and they had better not tear that house down.
then i would have no place to call comfort. when will you stop fucking everything up? fair? i wont even begin that argument. 9 million isnt even close to fair for all we owe that place. all it has been? and for a shitty 9? fuck off. its not a matter of fair, its a matter of selfish, piggish desires.
i would have written a poem. but i wont have to write for a while now.
2 comments:
stop stop stop this foolishness. please. don't you remember the first time you met me?
you did have some trace of me.
but we've become too involved in one another.
and i feel guilty.
and i just need you to give me some time. bear with me a bit longer and i promise i'll be there for you soon.
how come everytime i reread what you wrote i always miss something? like "the 28th of june"
jeesh. i thought you were talking about me and you kinda freaked me out.
but. i want to be sure that we can just act as friends.
mx
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