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14 March 2009 @ 12:34 am
Prose #3  
I never thought it would happen, not with you. I always thought you would come around, see what was in front of you and not see right through me, but I thought wrong, I set myself up for the hardest fall. I hit the pavement with a crack, and I don't think I'll ever be the same, not when you're doe-eyed over her, and I'm in the corner with my shadow. I wish I could tell you everything I feel, let out every damn emotion locked in the cage beneath my chest. I wish I could scream at you, scream until my throat is raw and broken, I wouldn't care if the last words I uttered were to you. I wish I could cry, let you see every tear I've shed over you and the heartache you've caused, but, I know I won't. I know I won't because for once, you seem so happy, the glow that emits from you is so bright that I can't bear to take it from you. So, here I sit, hoping that she accepts you and you two become happy, as a wise woman once said, "Ohhh, she so digs you!" as we read the texts you had. I'll sit here, toying with the memories of things that never happened, and lean on the shoulder that you left behind, he'll sit with me and it'll be fine. He told me he loves me, but there are things in the way, things that can't be changed to get to where I wish I could be. I'll sit here and curl up in the warmth of memories with good friends and lost hopes and hope that I can pull myself out of bed tomorrow to face you, because I know I might not have the courage to look at you and know that I can't even imagine what I wish were true, was true. It's okay though, I have my friends and I know, for now, it's enough to keep me coming back for more, more of what, we'll just have to see.
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