I live for the moments where I make my own choice. Like now. It's quiet, except for the Abba song I have on repeat, the sound impervious to the still air. My treasures live around me, like a cavorting-less party. Cold is creeping on my bare shoulders, my naked feet. I'm torn between wishing I had her here to hold and wanting the cold to tear apart my skin.
Boy you're only a child.
I love her. I have a perfect night and love her completely; music crawls on my skin. She's not even here, and I love her.
I could dance with you honey
if you think it's funny
I could chat with you baby
learn a little maybe--
does your mother know that you're out?
Katie. I tell you of my Roses and you are now of my world. My mind is blown. Soon, you will learn the cost of my devotion.
I throw cold coke zero down my throat as I think. My sandwich, which emptied the random contents of my refrigerator, cold meat, beer dip, and cheese. It burns against my teeth.
What if I'm not the one?
It isn't going away, the possibility of nights like tonight. Eating words from new fantasy, palling my wisdom with bad music.
I can see in your face
your feelings are driving you wild.
I love her.
That's it--that's my life. I realized it when she hurt me. Normally I cry, I frown, I feel the pain and acknowledge it. This?
Heartbreak is not showing to anyone the cost of living, taking mints to dull the stench of agony on your breath.
Yes, Heartbreak. At last, it's over: For now at least.
I know what you want
but aren't you a little young?
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