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Seven Step Recovery

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i.You were my once upon-a-time. You were my prince. A stupid prince, albeit a pretty one. You were supposed to whisk me away off to the fantastical land of New Jersey as soon as we were legal. 

You never told me New Jersey pavement was actually South Carolina forest. 

ii.I remember thinking that maybe this was working out. I remember thinking of forever and thinking of ourselves off in the world, me being great and you quite charming. I remember being hopeful and maybe a little delusional. 

I remember crying into my pillows at 3am because it was over. Because my "life" was over. 

iii.New halls and chipping green paint were supposed to be the scenery of our sequel. I believe it was titled, "I Try to Stop Fucking Things Up and You Quit Being an Asshole." Scene one went with me running into your open arms and you holding me close whispering chocolate dipped apologies into my ears. 

Soap operas don't make good reality TV. You slammed your locker in my face. "Go away you crazy bitch."

iv.I deemed you pathetic with a certain letter. Your double standards were as amazing as your ever growing ego. Putting the blame on someone else and burying your guilt in as many fake friends you could buy. I couldn't suppress my anger the next day. 

Let's call a spade a spade. You were never eloquent and I was never nice. 

v.Friendship. You promised me that like you promised your next girlfriend you would never ask for sex. You claimed that all was well. You claimed that you loved the sounds of the violin at 1am fueled by Starbucks. 

The truth is as hard to spit out as it is to swallow. 

vi.You bought me a leather bound journal as a truce for my birthday. You bought me beautiful ink pens for Christmas. You remembered I wrote and that seemed to terrify you.

Rightfully so. I'm poetries Taylor Swift. 

vii.The last time we met it was night in a football field. I was lonely and you were horny. The lights reflected against our skin and the drums of the marching band reflected my heartbeat. You whispered in my ear, "Be great."

So I got up and left you once more, allowing myself to fulfill your last request. 
Walked past my muse today in the halls. He always seems to inspire me when I'm finally getting over him. 
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This is beyond awesome!!! :love: