YouA Story by c.xTo whom it may concernYou’re so inconsiderate. You always will be, too. So self-centered
and vain. It’s all about you. It always has been, hasn’t it? You never cared
about me. That’s what led you here. It’s time to finally face me and the truth.
You need to grow up. I need to get over you. Let’s recall the story, shall we? A normal day. Just like every other day, yeah? I walked home
from work, absorbed in my thoughts on how to better my COMPANY. While you were
obviously texting your latest fling about whether or not to hook up. You know,
you’re kind of a w***e. That’s a turn off, babe. Anyway, you completely ran into me. It was undoubtedly your
fault, but you huffed and shoved past me. I stepped back, admiring your
audacity, while still slightly pissed off. I considered going after you, but it
seemed like you were busy at the time. Later, come to find out, you weren’t.
You use a lot of excuses, you know. You lie through your teeth. Its endearing
to see you struggle with the truth, now. I seethe hate for you, all of a
sudden. God, you’ve never liked me. Back to the story. We went on our way. I went to an empty
home and had a usual night to myself, filled with channel flipping and
microwaved food. You went to someone else’s home, but only for the night.
Paying your rent with the spread of your legs. Disgusting. I’m ashamed to have
feeling for you, really. I wake up to go to work, and you wake up to have fun. You’ve
always been sporadic. Maybe that’s part of your appeal. I don’t understand. You’re
beautiful, yes, but I can’t think of any attributes beyond that that could have
drawn me in. Curiosity, I suppose. © 2013 c.xAuthor's Note
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