Oct 2013
I told myself that if i were to talk to you first then i was losing the battle, but i was unaware that a battle had begun seeing as though we haven't exchanged more than a few words in weeks and haven't seen each other in months. But the fact of the matter is that i am still hopelessly in love with everything about you and you have no idea. It's around that time in the fall where we went pumpkin picking and you were so happy because your parents were getting along and you kissed my face and picked the smallest pumpkin and cradled it because you thought it reminded you of me. you had me take pictures of you while you posed in weird ways for facebook and then we ran away from everyone in the sunflower maze and suddenly i wasn't lost anymore. We went deeper and deeper into the forest of flowers and you picked one for me, and a butterfly landed on it and i couldn't help but smile because beautiful things happen when you least expect them to.
We all sat in the hayride; your parents, your sister, and you and me. And you looped your finger in the belt loop of my jeans so you could latch on to me in someway and somehow along the way that need for closeness died. In the last few months of our friendship, I slept in another room, in another bed, and i could hardly keep eye contact with you because you were always talking about getting something for some girl hundreds of miles away or you managed to bring up her name over 17,000 times and i just couldn't take it anymore. You loved me once, you needed me once, and all of a sudden it vanished with the newest toy. I don't even know if you're still together. Probably not. You always liked to have a new person around that you could **** and **** over. It demolished me that i turned into one of those people, and it hurt so much to the point where i couldn't breathe. Do you know how hard it is to take away a persons lungs without having to perform surgery?
But i dreamt that i knocked on your door on Halloween and said "trick or treat" and the trick was that you loved me but could never see me again, and the treat was that you killed me.
We all sat in the hayride; your parents, your sister, and you and me. And you looped your finger in the belt loop of my jeans so you could latch on to me in someway and somehow along the way that need for closeness died. In the last few months of our friendship, I slept in another room, in another bed, and i could hardly keep eye contact with you because you were always talking about getting something for some girl hundreds of miles away or you managed to bring up her name over 17,000 times and i just couldn't take it anymore. You loved me once, you needed me once, and all of a sudden it vanished with the newest toy. I don't even know if you're still together. Probably not. You always liked to have a new person around that you could **** and **** over. It demolished me that i turned into one of those people, and it hurt so much to the point where i couldn't breathe. Do you know how hard it is to take away a persons lungs without having to perform surgery?
But i dreamt that i knocked on your door on Halloween and said "trick or treat" and the trick was that you loved me but could never see me again, and the treat was that you killed me.
