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"You didn't bother to think." Your gaze, accusatory. It always is. Without fail.
"Since when did I think?" My gaze, avoiding. It always is. Without fail.
You've wondered for a long time what the words hope and pain meant to me. Want a dictionary? Sure. Go ahead and read the definitions. They don't mean a thing to me. What about truth and lies? Let's see. I never bothered to look those up. Why not? Oh. Yes. Because they don't have definitions, love.
"That's the problem."
I smile.
"Problem?"
What's the thing that you call it? ...Oh, yes. Right and wrong. Rules. Definitions. Fences, borders. Whatever it is. Apparently I cross those too often. Apparently my head needs to be screwed on straight. Want some news? Maybe you're the one that's confused, love.
"You're always evasive."
It's a statement.
"Always?"
Logic, isn't it? That's what you depend on to tell you which way to go in this crazy maze, right? But didn't you forget-- mazes are meant to confuse you. It's not supposed to make sense. Like me. I don't make sense. Want an answer? I'm a dead-end, love.
"Stop."
Strained voice.
"What?"
It's called frustration, isn't it, what you're feeling? I wouldn't know. I've forgotten about feelings. I've forgotten everything you call important. Like mathematics. Or answering. I don't know how to be you. it's like you trying to breathe underwater. Want the truth? It's impossible, love.
"Leaving."
Tears.
"I can't."
And ain't that the truth.
"Since when did I think?" My gaze, avoiding. It always is. Without fail.
You've wondered for a long time what the words hope and pain meant to me. Want a dictionary? Sure. Go ahead and read the definitions. They don't mean a thing to me. What about truth and lies? Let's see. I never bothered to look those up. Why not? Oh. Yes. Because they don't have definitions, love.
"That's the problem."
I smile.
"Problem?"
What's the thing that you call it? ...Oh, yes. Right and wrong. Rules. Definitions. Fences, borders. Whatever it is. Apparently I cross those too often. Apparently my head needs to be screwed on straight. Want some news? Maybe you're the one that's confused, love.
"You're always evasive."
It's a statement.
"Always?"
Logic, isn't it? That's what you depend on to tell you which way to go in this crazy maze, right? But didn't you forget-- mazes are meant to confuse you. It's not supposed to make sense. Like me. I don't make sense. Want an answer? I'm a dead-end, love.
"Stop."
Strained voice.
"What?"
It's called frustration, isn't it, what you're feeling? I wouldn't know. I've forgotten about feelings. I've forgotten everything you call important. Like mathematics. Or answering. I don't know how to be you. it's like you trying to breathe underwater. Want the truth? It's impossible, love.
"Leaving."
Tears.
"I can't."
And ain't that the truth.
Literature
Back and Forth
It's all the same every day
You always have a lot to say
First you're angry, screaming loud
Then you're acting as if you're proud
First you say I screwed things up
Then you're giving me a free soda cup
You tell me I do nothing when I really tried
You ignore that you're killing me inside
Then you laugh and share the fun
As if a new day has begun
But it's not ok
It doesn't go away
You still make me feel like utter shit
Then a second later, forget about it
I do so much to please you
But all of my plans just fall through
You claim you show all the signs
You ignore everything the same of mine
When I wanna die you call me a liar
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I've Never Liked Me
This is me
But I've never liked me
Always begging for attention
Without all the begging
And loving all the boys
Without all the loving
And singing all the songs
Without all the singing
I'd hate the innocent soul at their single and most simple breath
And love the innocent soul who I never thought I'd ever love
My head and heart, always arguing
I never knew who to trust
So I didn't trust either
I followed my hand
And whichever hand was the closest I would grab
And called him mine
And whichever face was the closest
I would kiss
And I would cry
The day he didn't say he was mine
The day he let go of my hand
So I grabbed another
And called him min
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Rear-View Mirror
One full tank, churning. One question, waiting. One road, stretching out forever. Oh, on and on it went. It went to the edge of the world, and as Susan wound it in, only more appeared. This was true bliss.
The bliss was only slightly tarnished by having to stop for gas somewhere on the border of Susan-Didn't-Care. There had been no chance in the longest time, and this one came part and parcel with a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Since it was lunchtime, she decided to give the place a try for food. Her resolution to only bring what was needed had excluded snacks.
She stopped to get some take-out she could eat while walking.
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I like the title. =]