Authors Note: A little something from my wandering mind tonight. I'll warn u this is a bit sad, but I think bạn all will like this one very much. Enjoy.
He was angry. He was exhausted. His tim, trái tim pounded against his chest with pulsating curses on her. On Olivia. James lept up from the hardwood floors and began to wipe his eyes.The vestige of tears still stung on his cheeks. What had he done wrong? What had he missed? How could he fix it? Those các câu hỏi would soon be erased from his mind and replaced with the real question: Why didn't she ever say she loved him?
James had been waiting for eight long years. High school and college were behind them both, yet Olivia had still not returned his feelings. He had written sonnets, recited sonnets, bought gifts, made birthday, Christmas, and Valentines cards, and được trao her everything her tim, trái tim desired, yet she still dismissed him as a crazed obsessive. In fact, the two had known each other up through elementary school, and he had always loved her with a deep passion. Her deep brown eyes and quả anh đào, anh đào lips, her dark hair that shone brightly on a brisk April morning, her voice like a fallen angel, and her smile. Oh, that smile. The one James had seen many a time through teary eyes as she passed with a countless string on boyfriends. Of course, Olivia knew. She knew he loved her, and she knew he would do anything for her. He had bought her the very dresses she wore on her dates, and he had catered to her every whim.
Not too long ago, it had occurred to James that it was time. Olivia had once again gone through a devastating breakup, and now he would fulfill his lifelong dream. He would propose. The ring was a homemade wonder. No stones, no vàng hoặc silver. Just an old ring-pop accessory. It was their third grade "friendship ring". In mint condition. "You've got it, James.", he recited to himself as he eyed the ring in the mirror. "Today, she'll finally tình yêu you, just like we planned." He began to tremble and gave that hushed but hysterical chuckle he gave whenever his great dream seemed closer to reality. And then, the tears came.
James had remembered how he had burrowed restlessly through the cold, dark mud searching for the plastic treasure many years ago. Olivia had rejected him many times before, third grade, fifth grade, all through high school, and most memorably in college. He had spent a năm hoặc two compiling a danh sách of the things he loved about her, and read them during their Psychology lecture, only to receive a prompt rejection and a humiliation he would never forget. But tonight would be different, it would.
"Will bạn marry me?" James began to cry once again as he looked up into her worried, puzzled brown eyes. She began to speak, and then stopped, as if rethinking her response. Just as she began to speak, a knock came promptly at the apartment door. "Who's that.", James đã đưa ý kiến meekly," "Oh, just a friend.", Olivia đã đưa ý kiến nervously. She walked to the door and opened it just enough to let her head peak through. James heard scolding whispers in a voice that was unmistakably hers. After about thirty seconds, the visitor was gone. "James." "Yes, dearest." "Don't call me that!", she harshly responded, "Go to bed." But I-" "Go to bed. Now." He sadly wrapped up his ring and began to walk grudgingly towards the bedroom. He knew what was coming.
James could not sleep. The noise was too much. The cold, hard floor was uncomfortable and he began to toss and turn in the unquiet darkness. It was always like this when her "friends" came over. James heard the springs of the giường tense and relax with every movement, and he heard Olivia's cries of pleasure. He wished it was he who was with her up on the bed, and not that stranger. But he was told to be quiet, so James covered his mouth as he cried himself to sleep under a pile of old sheets.
"Good morning, dearest." "Good morning, Jimmy. Have yo-" "Yes, here bạn go." James pushed a hot plate of bánh xèo, bánh kếp towards Olivia. "Do bạn tình yêu me?" She asked. "Yes, very much, dearest." "That's good." She gingerly sipped at her Lipton tea. "Do bạn tình yêu me?", the troubled man asked quietly. He gently placed his hand over hers. There was no response. Olivia swiftly got up from the bàn and walked out of the apartment. James looked out through the window to see that she got to her car safely. She hadn't touched her food.
"She must tình yêu me...she must." James repeated over and over as he walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. He looked back at her picture. It was from college. There she was, smiling that smile. And there she was, looking right past him. He hopped onto the giường and began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. James started to scratch his forearms with repetitive motions, all the while trying not to cry. Olivia had told him never to cry. "There's nothing I hate thêm than a crybaby.", she had said. Suddenly, James heard the shrill ringing of the telephone.
"H-hello?" "Oh hi James, this is Dr. Adams. How are bạn doing? Is everything all right? Did bạn do as I advised." "Uh, well, not exactly, I just...I can't leave her, Doc." "Well bạn need to, James. Do bạn remember what we talked about? This girl is killing bạn inside. bạn do not need to be around her." "But I tình yêu Olivia." He paused. "And she loves me." "No, James, I want bạn to come to my office this aftern-" "SHUT UP!" He threw the phone to the ground and it shattered into pieces, leaving a warbly Dr. Adams on the other end of the line. "Pssssh James? Are bạn alright? Pssssh." With that, he hurriedly dug through the bàn drawer on the other side of the room for the plastic ring, as he had dug through the mud back in third grade. It wasn't there. Had anything really changed since then?
"I tình yêu YOU!" he screamed, the tears streaming down his face as he kneeled before the oval portrait of his dearest Olivia at the end of the hall. "WILL bạn MARRY ME?" There was no response. As James began to sob harder, he heard the knob on the front door slowly turn. Upon seeing the front of the black Stilleto heel that had entered the doorway, James dashed towards his tình yêu and wrapped his arms around her legs, causing her to stagger into the house. "I'm so glad you're home, Livi. Lets go out on the town later on. What do bạn say?" "Is this the guy." An unfamiliar voice had uttered these words. It was a rough voice, and a voice that made James tremble at every word. "Yes, this is him.", đã đưa ý kiến Olivia. "Jimmy, bạn mustn't do this anymore." "Oh, yes dearest...who is with you?" "Uhhh, this is uhh, my business partner, Mr. Stevenson." "Hi,", đã đưa ý kiến the gruff voice. James unwrapped his arms from around Olivia's ankles and stood up. He stuck his arm out as if for a handshake, but the man just stared at him. "James, I need bạn to pick up some things from the market, here's the list." "Oh, sure thing. Anything for bạn buttercup." Olivia rolled her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. With that, James Adler left the apartment en route to the local Ralph's, leaving his beloved behind with her "business partner".
Upon returning to his 5th floor apartment, James noticed that something was different. The visitor had left, and Olivia sat in the phòng bếp, nhà bếp with an amused smile on her face. "You're a sad little man, Jimmy.", she said. "...Anything for you, dearest." James didn't know how else to respond. "Look, Jimmy, do bạn tình yêu me?" "Why, of course, Livi." "Well I tình yêu bạn too." At those words, James dropped the groceries and lept towards her, as if wanting to give her the world. "Do you?" "Sure." "Does this mean we can get married, and have a family?" "I don't know." "Well, what does it mean, sweetpea?" "It means, I tình yêu you. Your'e quite the entertainer. My Những người bạn think you're hilarious. And I tình yêu the way bạn beg like a sad little cún yêu, con chó con dog every time I come trang chủ with them." James began to cry a little. "JIMMY! What are bạn doing? Do bạn remember what I told bạn about crying?" He sadly wiped his eyes. "Yes, dea-" "It's Mrs. Jacobs to you!" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs." "Now go upstairs and fix the giường sheets. And don't misplace the pillows."
James folded the last corner of the comforter over and a familiar feeling of doubt crept into his heart. "She doesn't tình yêu me. I need to try harder.", he thought. Later that evening, James would return trang chủ with two dozen hoa hồng from the local florist.
"Hello, dearest." "Hi.", Olivia said, exasperated. "I got bạn these, sweetpea." "Oh, did you?" James had heard this before from Olivia. It meant the conversation was over. "I think i otta go get a vase...that's all, a vase." "No, bạn won't be getting a vase today." I'm going to the movie house later. I need bạn to clean the bathrooms later tonight." "You're going out again? It's out annivers-" "We're not married!" Olivia pused a firm finger to his lips. This was his cue to stop talking.
Once again, he stood at the lonely bedroom window and watched her Mercedes roll out of the lonely driveway and down the lonely đường phố, street to the lonely đường phố, street corner where she would turn away from his lonely apartment for the rest of the night. BANG! James smashed his head into the wall. "Relax.", he told himself. "She'll be back in the morning." Still, James was devestated that his dearest Olivia didn't want to be with him on their special day. Of course, they weren't married, but James had always kept July 12th specially reserved for her, just like every day. The phone began to ring. It seemed whenever she left him alone in that apartment, the phone would ring. Olivia had scolded him for having been so dumb as to break the bedroom phone. He ran to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp and answered it nervously. "Hello?" "Jimmy?" "Yes, dearest." It was her. "Can bạn put that gelatin in the fridge, I forgot to ask bạn earlier." "Yes, dearest." He hard a click and the call was over.
James walked to the counter-top and lifted the gelatin. Underneath, a suspicious piece of paper. He read it aloud, his voice trembling with sadness:
"Jimmy,
I've greatly enjoyed our time together, but I am leaving you. I will not be coming back. It's become clear to me that bạn aren't going to become a man any time soon, so I'm going to find my true love. I know bạn are probably hurt bởi this, but, I need not explain my reasoning. bạn know bạn always were a bit...less than what I had expected. I did take your "friendship ring" hoặc whatever bạn called it. I believe I misplaced it somewhere when I was out with Scott. I do think you'll find a way to...bounce back. That's what bạn always do is bounce back. A word of advice, do not call any woman "dearest" hoặc "sweetpea" ever again. If bạn do, she will have my full permission to slap you. And please do get some newer clothes, áo sơ mi and tie every ngày is quite...boring. I'm sure you'll find what your tim, trái tim desires. Goodbye, Jimmy.
Signed,
Your Friend (And nothing more.), Olivia Jacobs.
P.S: Buy a new place, that apartment wreaks of weakness.
James fell to his knees and wept. The ink on the paper was beginning to smudge as his salty tears caressed her words. He desperately tried to wipe the wetness from the letter, but to no avail. "James Norden Adler,", he cried, "what have bạn done?" He ran into the bathroom, grabbing the oval portrait of his vanished tình yêu off the tường and slamming and locking the door behind him. He heard the phone ring, and became silent. When he heard it wasn't Olivia's voice on the phone, but Scott's, he began to cry harder. "James looked into the mirror as he gently rubbed the portrait of Olivia with his thumb. "YOU LOSER! bạn LET HER SLIP AWAY. bạn WEAK BASTARD!" James lifted an angry fist and slammed it into the glass, cutting his hand. The reflection still prevailed. "STOP CRYING!", he yelled, "LIVI TOLD bạn NOT TO DO THAT!" James opened the bathroom window and the warm, dark summer air rushed in at him. He imagined her coming out of the darkness and into his arms. "OLIVIA?", he called, probably waking neighbors. "OLIVIA JACOBS! PLEASE COME HOME! I'LL WITHER AND DIE WITHOUT YOU!" There was no answer, just a gentle breeze. He'd had enough. James staggered up from his position hanging over the sink, and used the little energy he had left to propel himself through the window. Eyes closed, he felt the darkness envelop him and pretended that it was Olivia's arms bringing him closer to her loving embrace.
The tiếp theo morning, law enforcement would find no trace of James Adler's body. Instead, they only found the oval portrait of Olivia Jacobs, gently smiling out from the counter-top of the sink, towards the window from which her adorer had jumped the night before.
THE END.
He was angry. He was exhausted. His tim, trái tim pounded against his chest with pulsating curses on her. On Olivia. James lept up from the hardwood floors and began to wipe his eyes.The vestige of tears still stung on his cheeks. What had he done wrong? What had he missed? How could he fix it? Those các câu hỏi would soon be erased from his mind and replaced with the real question: Why didn't she ever say she loved him?
James had been waiting for eight long years. High school and college were behind them both, yet Olivia had still not returned his feelings. He had written sonnets, recited sonnets, bought gifts, made birthday, Christmas, and Valentines cards, and được trao her everything her tim, trái tim desired, yet she still dismissed him as a crazed obsessive. In fact, the two had known each other up through elementary school, and he had always loved her with a deep passion. Her deep brown eyes and quả anh đào, anh đào lips, her dark hair that shone brightly on a brisk April morning, her voice like a fallen angel, and her smile. Oh, that smile. The one James had seen many a time through teary eyes as she passed with a countless string on boyfriends. Of course, Olivia knew. She knew he loved her, and she knew he would do anything for her. He had bought her the very dresses she wore on her dates, and he had catered to her every whim.
Not too long ago, it had occurred to James that it was time. Olivia had once again gone through a devastating breakup, and now he would fulfill his lifelong dream. He would propose. The ring was a homemade wonder. No stones, no vàng hoặc silver. Just an old ring-pop accessory. It was their third grade "friendship ring". In mint condition. "You've got it, James.", he recited to himself as he eyed the ring in the mirror. "Today, she'll finally tình yêu you, just like we planned." He began to tremble and gave that hushed but hysterical chuckle he gave whenever his great dream seemed closer to reality. And then, the tears came.
James had remembered how he had burrowed restlessly through the cold, dark mud searching for the plastic treasure many years ago. Olivia had rejected him many times before, third grade, fifth grade, all through high school, and most memorably in college. He had spent a năm hoặc two compiling a danh sách of the things he loved about her, and read them during their Psychology lecture, only to receive a prompt rejection and a humiliation he would never forget. But tonight would be different, it would.
"Will bạn marry me?" James began to cry once again as he looked up into her worried, puzzled brown eyes. She began to speak, and then stopped, as if rethinking her response. Just as she began to speak, a knock came promptly at the apartment door. "Who's that.", James đã đưa ý kiến meekly," "Oh, just a friend.", Olivia đã đưa ý kiến nervously. She walked to the door and opened it just enough to let her head peak through. James heard scolding whispers in a voice that was unmistakably hers. After about thirty seconds, the visitor was gone. "James." "Yes, dearest." "Don't call me that!", she harshly responded, "Go to bed." But I-" "Go to bed. Now." He sadly wrapped up his ring and began to walk grudgingly towards the bedroom. He knew what was coming.
James could not sleep. The noise was too much. The cold, hard floor was uncomfortable and he began to toss and turn in the unquiet darkness. It was always like this when her "friends" came over. James heard the springs of the giường tense and relax with every movement, and he heard Olivia's cries of pleasure. He wished it was he who was with her up on the bed, and not that stranger. But he was told to be quiet, so James covered his mouth as he cried himself to sleep under a pile of old sheets.
"Good morning, dearest." "Good morning, Jimmy. Have yo-" "Yes, here bạn go." James pushed a hot plate of bánh xèo, bánh kếp towards Olivia. "Do bạn tình yêu me?" She asked. "Yes, very much, dearest." "That's good." She gingerly sipped at her Lipton tea. "Do bạn tình yêu me?", the troubled man asked quietly. He gently placed his hand over hers. There was no response. Olivia swiftly got up from the bàn and walked out of the apartment. James looked out through the window to see that she got to her car safely. She hadn't touched her food.
"She must tình yêu me...she must." James repeated over and over as he walked up the stairs and into the bedroom. He looked back at her picture. It was from college. There she was, smiling that smile. And there she was, looking right past him. He hopped onto the giường and began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. James started to scratch his forearms with repetitive motions, all the while trying not to cry. Olivia had told him never to cry. "There's nothing I hate thêm than a crybaby.", she had said. Suddenly, James heard the shrill ringing of the telephone.
"H-hello?" "Oh hi James, this is Dr. Adams. How are bạn doing? Is everything all right? Did bạn do as I advised." "Uh, well, not exactly, I just...I can't leave her, Doc." "Well bạn need to, James. Do bạn remember what we talked about? This girl is killing bạn inside. bạn do not need to be around her." "But I tình yêu Olivia." He paused. "And she loves me." "No, James, I want bạn to come to my office this aftern-" "SHUT UP!" He threw the phone to the ground and it shattered into pieces, leaving a warbly Dr. Adams on the other end of the line. "Pssssh James? Are bạn alright? Pssssh." With that, he hurriedly dug through the bàn drawer on the other side of the room for the plastic ring, as he had dug through the mud back in third grade. It wasn't there. Had anything really changed since then?
"I tình yêu YOU!" he screamed, the tears streaming down his face as he kneeled before the oval portrait of his dearest Olivia at the end of the hall. "WILL bạn MARRY ME?" There was no response. As James began to sob harder, he heard the knob on the front door slowly turn. Upon seeing the front of the black Stilleto heel that had entered the doorway, James dashed towards his tình yêu and wrapped his arms around her legs, causing her to stagger into the house. "I'm so glad you're home, Livi. Lets go out on the town later on. What do bạn say?" "Is this the guy." An unfamiliar voice had uttered these words. It was a rough voice, and a voice that made James tremble at every word. "Yes, this is him.", đã đưa ý kiến Olivia. "Jimmy, bạn mustn't do this anymore." "Oh, yes dearest...who is with you?" "Uhhh, this is uhh, my business partner, Mr. Stevenson." "Hi,", đã đưa ý kiến the gruff voice. James unwrapped his arms from around Olivia's ankles and stood up. He stuck his arm out as if for a handshake, but the man just stared at him. "James, I need bạn to pick up some things from the market, here's the list." "Oh, sure thing. Anything for bạn buttercup." Olivia rolled her eyes. Those beautiful eyes. With that, James Adler left the apartment en route to the local Ralph's, leaving his beloved behind with her "business partner".
Upon returning to his 5th floor apartment, James noticed that something was different. The visitor had left, and Olivia sat in the phòng bếp, nhà bếp with an amused smile on her face. "You're a sad little man, Jimmy.", she said. "...Anything for you, dearest." James didn't know how else to respond. "Look, Jimmy, do bạn tình yêu me?" "Why, of course, Livi." "Well I tình yêu bạn too." At those words, James dropped the groceries and lept towards her, as if wanting to give her the world. "Do you?" "Sure." "Does this mean we can get married, and have a family?" "I don't know." "Well, what does it mean, sweetpea?" "It means, I tình yêu you. Your'e quite the entertainer. My Những người bạn think you're hilarious. And I tình yêu the way bạn beg like a sad little cún yêu, con chó con dog every time I come trang chủ with them." James began to cry a little. "JIMMY! What are bạn doing? Do bạn remember what I told bạn about crying?" He sadly wiped his eyes. "Yes, dea-" "It's Mrs. Jacobs to you!" "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jacobs." "Now go upstairs and fix the giường sheets. And don't misplace the pillows."
James folded the last corner of the comforter over and a familiar feeling of doubt crept into his heart. "She doesn't tình yêu me. I need to try harder.", he thought. Later that evening, James would return trang chủ with two dozen hoa hồng from the local florist.
"Hello, dearest." "Hi.", Olivia said, exasperated. "I got bạn these, sweetpea." "Oh, did you?" James had heard this before from Olivia. It meant the conversation was over. "I think i otta go get a vase...that's all, a vase." "No, bạn won't be getting a vase today." I'm going to the movie house later. I need bạn to clean the bathrooms later tonight." "You're going out again? It's out annivers-" "We're not married!" Olivia pused a firm finger to his lips. This was his cue to stop talking.
Once again, he stood at the lonely bedroom window and watched her Mercedes roll out of the lonely driveway and down the lonely đường phố, street to the lonely đường phố, street corner where she would turn away from his lonely apartment for the rest of the night. BANG! James smashed his head into the wall. "Relax.", he told himself. "She'll be back in the morning." Still, James was devestated that his dearest Olivia didn't want to be with him on their special day. Of course, they weren't married, but James had always kept July 12th specially reserved for her, just like every day. The phone began to ring. It seemed whenever she left him alone in that apartment, the phone would ring. Olivia had scolded him for having been so dumb as to break the bedroom phone. He ran to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp and answered it nervously. "Hello?" "Jimmy?" "Yes, dearest." It was her. "Can bạn put that gelatin in the fridge, I forgot to ask bạn earlier." "Yes, dearest." He hard a click and the call was over.
James walked to the counter-top and lifted the gelatin. Underneath, a suspicious piece of paper. He read it aloud, his voice trembling with sadness:
"Jimmy,
I've greatly enjoyed our time together, but I am leaving you. I will not be coming back. It's become clear to me that bạn aren't going to become a man any time soon, so I'm going to find my true love. I know bạn are probably hurt bởi this, but, I need not explain my reasoning. bạn know bạn always were a bit...less than what I had expected. I did take your "friendship ring" hoặc whatever bạn called it. I believe I misplaced it somewhere when I was out with Scott. I do think you'll find a way to...bounce back. That's what bạn always do is bounce back. A word of advice, do not call any woman "dearest" hoặc "sweetpea" ever again. If bạn do, she will have my full permission to slap you. And please do get some newer clothes, áo sơ mi and tie every ngày is quite...boring. I'm sure you'll find what your tim, trái tim desires. Goodbye, Jimmy.
Signed,
Your Friend (And nothing more.), Olivia Jacobs.
P.S: Buy a new place, that apartment wreaks of weakness.
James fell to his knees and wept. The ink on the paper was beginning to smudge as his salty tears caressed her words. He desperately tried to wipe the wetness from the letter, but to no avail. "James Norden Adler,", he cried, "what have bạn done?" He ran into the bathroom, grabbing the oval portrait of his vanished tình yêu off the tường and slamming and locking the door behind him. He heard the phone ring, and became silent. When he heard it wasn't Olivia's voice on the phone, but Scott's, he began to cry harder. "James looked into the mirror as he gently rubbed the portrait of Olivia with his thumb. "YOU LOSER! bạn LET HER SLIP AWAY. bạn WEAK BASTARD!" James lifted an angry fist and slammed it into the glass, cutting his hand. The reflection still prevailed. "STOP CRYING!", he yelled, "LIVI TOLD bạn NOT TO DO THAT!" James opened the bathroom window and the warm, dark summer air rushed in at him. He imagined her coming out of the darkness and into his arms. "OLIVIA?", he called, probably waking neighbors. "OLIVIA JACOBS! PLEASE COME HOME! I'LL WITHER AND DIE WITHOUT YOU!" There was no answer, just a gentle breeze. He'd had enough. James staggered up from his position hanging over the sink, and used the little energy he had left to propel himself through the window. Eyes closed, he felt the darkness envelop him and pretended that it was Olivia's arms bringing him closer to her loving embrace.
The tiếp theo morning, law enforcement would find no trace of James Adler's body. Instead, they only found the oval portrait of Olivia Jacobs, gently smiling out from the counter-top of the sink, towards the window from which her adorer had jumped the night before.
THE END.
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked bởi its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked bởi its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are bạn the one shit out of luck?
Is it bạn being pushed around?
Is it bạn begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
hoặc is it the fact that bạn remember all of the lies?
Was it bạn tied down onto his bed?
Was it bạn screaming at the site of his head?
Was it bạn who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped bạn remain alright?
Do bạn regret ever meeting him,
hoặc was it a lesson well-learned?
Do bạn regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do bạn regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
bạn just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are bạn the one shit out of luck?
Is it bạn being pushed around?
Is it bạn begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
hoặc is it the fact that bạn remember all of the lies?
Was it bạn tied down onto his bed?
Was it bạn screaming at the site of his head?
Was it bạn who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped bạn remain alright?
Do bạn regret ever meeting him,
hoặc was it a lesson well-learned?
Do bạn regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do bạn regret ever kissing him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
bạn just tie up a noose.
hoa hồng are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
bạn who speak of beautiful words
when at my back bạn have this sharp swords
delighted bởi how bạn praise me
set me on ngọn lửa, chữa cháy is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing bạn can do :P
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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
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when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
bạn who speak of beautiful words
when at my back bạn have this sharp swords
delighted bởi how bạn praise me
set me on ngọn lửa, chữa cháy is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing bạn can do :P
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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*