Category: Writers Block
You cry to me, lamenting all the sorrows of your capritious heart. And me, facade of nonchalance carefully in place, I step in; your personal psychologist.
Yet I can't help but remember all those things you said to me. Those fantasies created with the written word were my inspiration, did you know that? And now when her name is spoken with every breath I can honestly admit that I no longer care.
The mists of youth, the longing for another world have long since evanesced to reveal the harshness of reality for what it truly is. And now, that light hearted banter tossed back and forth between us is so forced, on my part anyway.
Sincerely, I hate you, resent you and your every breath but me? I like this, this game of let's pretend. Let's pretend to be a friend, let's pretend that neither of us gives a damn ok?
And I wonder who will win...
Excellently done, as always, love.
aww thanks Jordan, but I really think it's crap.
You've always thought your stuff was crap, but it truly isn't.