I'm sure you never guessed He was with me.
At first No you never guessed that smell you smelt was me you're not at fault Neither is He loved you that's why He never left you instead he found me easy prey happy to be the one at fault the
one who should have kept her hands to herself and asked more questions instead of accept a kiss from a stranger whos eyes never meet mine truly
I never cared after all I didnt realize didnt wanna pay attention to the ever so reality
instead I pretended you didn't exist and him calling me at 11:30 every night was norm
I was Wrong you believed even though he wrote his name on my napkin and took off the ring
So he could put it all away I was a threat to the fact that indeed maybe the love he felt for you is mechanically programmed into him So in fact its not your fault or his directly that you lost control and killed me in a brief moment I'm just a dead girl who keeps the two of you together now right
with out this secret buried in the brush separation would've crept and my mother would know what happened to her child He must love you
He didn't even look me in the eyes instead He closed mine
Like some how I wouldn't hear the shovel scraping
DeadGirl
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
I'm sure you never guessed He was with me.
At first No you never guessed that smell you smelt was me you're not at fault Neither is He loved you that's why He never left you instead he found me easy prey happy to be the one at fault the
one who should have kept her hands to herself and asked more questions instead of accept a kiss from a stranger whos eyes never meet mine truly
I never cared after all I didnt realize didnt wanna pay attention to the ever so reality
instead I pretended you didn't exist and him calling me at 11:30 every night was norm
I was Wrong you believed even though he wrote his name on my napkin and took off the ring
So he could put it all away I was a threat to the fact that indeed maybe the love he felt for you is mechanically programmed into him So in fact its not your fault or his directly that you lost control and killed me in a brief moment I'm just a dead girl who keeps the two of you together now right
with out this secret buried in the brush separation would've crept and my mother would know what happened to her child He must love you
He didn't even look me in the eyes instead He closed mine
Like some how I wouldn't hear the shovel scraping
DeadGirl
A short story that explains it self
