when you said ending it all, i assumed that you meant you desired to hang from the rafters.
May 25, 2009 § 1 Comment
you sent me a text.
you were probably wearing your green sweatshirt. and a gucci belt?
i thought you would soon be dead, so i called. i think that i asked you something along the lines of “what the fuck is going on?” you could not speak, you never can.
i was in my parents house, in my old blue room. i have a chandelier there, and my books. i was wearing this black dress with a cinch belt. i had my hair up. i looked at myself in the reflection of the window, and i thought to myself about journeys.
we ended the conversation, i did not particularly care at that point.
you will do what you want to do, and like i said before, i will not be strung along.
there are pieces inside of me that are escaping, and they are pulling me onto other roads that i have yet to travel.
i love you, you know i do.
the next time i see you i hope to throw a skateboard at your face
linguistically, of course.