May 2010
come on, now.
every monday? fresh flowers, more tears...
stop crying for me. i’m okay now.
it doesn’t hurt anymore.
i hate when you ask questions.
you don't even listen when i answer.
...do i feel happy now? stop asking me that.
how can i be happy? i miss you guys.
17 years isn’t enough time with a family.
but i don’t hurt, either. i don’t feel anything.
i got what i wanted. so, just.
be happy, move on and be happy.
that’s all i really wanted, to make you guys happy,
and…oh, you’re leaving. okay. well, see you next week.
if….if you wanna come back sooner….
you should.
it gets lonely on the other side.
every monday? fresh flowers, more tears...
stop crying for me. i’m okay now.
it doesn’t hurt anymore.
i hate when you ask questions.
you don't even listen when i answer.
...do i feel happy now? stop asking me that.
how can i be happy? i miss you guys.
17 years isn’t enough time with a family.
but i don’t hurt, either. i don’t feel anything.
i got what i wanted. so, just.
be happy, move on and be happy.
that’s all i really wanted, to make you guys happy,
and…oh, you’re leaving. okay. well, see you next week.
if….if you wanna come back sooner….
you should.
it gets lonely on the other side.
not very poetic. more of a narrative. but that's because it started as a narrative and i'm not good at short stories and things, so i turned it into this. the original narrative was written in november, the poetic version was written may 3rd, 2010.
