Ode to a Boy....

So this is how it ends.

The phone calls over, and the line goes dead.

Im left on the other side of a fairy tale ending, the one

they never told you about in books when you were kids.

My mouth hangs open, and the tears, they just keep on comin,

your only a f*****g liar to this broken girl you called your friend.

With the voice of an angel, and hair red as an

indian summer sun,

You took my heart with that

soft,

despairing,

loving,

amazing,

look that you gave me every time we

kissed.

hugged.

laid together in that bed with the black sheets on top.

You are the one containing my rage,

your the one holding my heart.

Can I have it back?

So someone else can break it?

I think I can,

But will you let me?

Do you enjoy taunting me?

Hurting me?

Killing me.

Just....just let me live here without you.

Never see your face,

Never suffer your gaze.

Go away, I hate you.

Hate is a strong word, but I really really really really dont like you.

Wait....reverse that.

I H-A-T-E you.

 

Well now, I hang up the phone.

I dry my tears, and seem to be okay.

Because now, I have him.

And just a single touch of his hand, or

a gentle gaze, means millions and millions and millions more to me than you ever did.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jibey]

Powerful passion - a lover's revenge! Good, strong write. :-)

[Flow~]

well, I guess you made your point, wow very nice write of emotion. I like it.