Car Radio

A story for you when I was sad in chemistry. A little prose/poetry thing about love. (inspired by the twenty one pilots song "car radio")

I knew I was done for when you came to school with a haircut. It’s funny. I always wanted you to get one. Is it odd how much of our short-lived time together loosely revolved around hair? I still remember one time you wanted to do the cliché boyfriend thing, put your arm around my shoulder and twirl my hair. It really fucked me up, you know that? And my dream, my godforsaken dream where all the lights were off and I let you play with my hair and hold my hand.

 

I think it was because you were sad.

 

But now you’ve gone and cut your hair.

            You’ve invaded my dreams

            You’ve sat with me in the morning

            You’ve moved on

 

            Rain, rain- go away.

            (You’ve probably met someone new)

 

            Come again some other day.

            (I haven’t tried)

 

            It’s alright, I know it is. Because I’m free now. Because you never really saw me. You always wanted more than I could ever give, and wanted less of what I had too much of. Don’t worry, I won’t call you up. I won’t comment on how cute your new haircut makes you. I know better know.

 

Because somebody stole my car radio-

And now I just sit in silence.            

 

(I wish I could leave)

 

And now I just sit in silence.

 

            It occurs to me that I was the one who was not well. I made you ill. I thought of myself. And it hit me today, for the first time; we are nothing alike. You never were. You never will. So I’ll scratch your name off my list for the thousandth time and try my best to ignore everything I’d like to say. I’ll ignore the haircut.

 

The slytherin necklace around my neck keeps me sane.

 

Because if it were not who I am, I may not have left.

 

Author's Note

ignore the grammar issues.