Sunday, October 25, 2009

A Painful Memory


A Painful Memory
There was this boy, who was always there
he had time to share. So he dicided to get a job to work at the fair.
On his first day he met a girl, she admired him so much.
blue eyes, soft skin, cute smile, wonderful personality.
He told her that he loved her, and that he wanted to be with her and only her.
he told her he wanted her to be his first time and he could be hers.
Deprived from the thirst of his to sleep around, he told her that he could'nt be
with her. But really he just did'nt want to be with her, he did'nt think
that he wanted her anymore.
The moment he left her side, there was many guys, who wanted to
truely be with her and only her.
He than knew that he really screwed up, he missed her, he really wanted to
kiss her. She not knowing what to do to,
she knew that she still loved him too.
She took him back in a heart beat, he just wanted to sweap her up
off her feet, so he did. This went on for about a week and than
his thirst began to leak. The poor girl still thinking that he loves her.
sits at home hoping that he will be there with her soon.
It was till than she called his phone, a girl answered.
Sad and upset as she was asked the girl who she was, the girl said that she was
his girlfriend. Hurt, beaten, Ashamed, the
girl hung up her phone, crying she said this will be my last painful memory.
As she wrote a note to him, it said;
"by the time that you read this I will already be gone, I will no longer feel anything for you or anyone else. I loved you like I would love nothing else, you ripped and tore my heart into peices you stomped on it like that was all you had to do. And after all that I took you back like none of that even happened. I gave you back what was left of my heart. Still to this day you where the only one that I was thinking about. That empty space that was in my heart was filled the moment I met you, now its just ashes that you helped burn.
Folding the note she put it close to her heart, as she slowly
took the razor sliding it both fast and slow against her skin, till it started to
pour out what was left of the feelings she had for him.
When he had finally arived at her house he knocked on the door, no sound was
made, he found an opened window and climbed through. There she was not
knowing what to do he picks up the note that was held close to her heart.
He read it over and over again till his eyes hurt so bad because he was not
blinking but crying, he picks up the razor and slits his wrists like he was feeling
for the very first time.
(January 4, 2008)

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