Wanting You
warning: suicide
One word. It doesn’t really matter what you say, but it’s there. It’s a feeling I get I suppose, heart felt, soul deep; it’s more a knife than anything else. It’s questionable as to whether I’m reading too deep into something that’s not there, but I’m hanging on your every word and hoping that you’ll give me a sign, a hint, anything that you might just like me like I love you.
Perhaps I’m a little stupid this way, but I can’t help but wonder if perhaps you have the same feelings and emotions that I do. I guess this is just to document it all, you found a man to love and even I can see that he worships the very ground you walk on. I know I’m jealous, it’s hard not to be, you’re perfect in every way and the epitome of desire.
I’ve seen the way other men have looked at you; in fact I noticed it way before I even liked you. I almost want to cry for all the times I was cruel to you when I was cruel to you when I hated you and insulted your intelligence, your beauty. But I also know that I’ve fallen even further for you because of that.
I’m not telling you to suddenly change your mind about the guy you’re already seeing. He’s a good man; he’ll look after you well and make a great husband and father. I just wish he could have been me.
I think I’ve finished confessing, and to be honest, I don’t think I’m right in the head. I know it’s probably a pointless and stupid thing to do, and you might have even heard about it by now, but I’d be stupid to hope you even care.
I guess this is it then, my confession’s out and all I can say is I love you.
The note slipped out of her hands as she felt first one year then an entire stream slide down her face. Biting her lip she looked at the picture she kept in her locket and wondered how she could be so stupid as to think he didn’t love her. His face smiled up at her and she felt a fresh wave of guilt for hurting him and taking away a man of such potential.
Blinking back as many tears as she could, she looked at the newspaper article. The heading was simple: ‘New Spark Sparks Out’. He had drunk some kind of poison and was found five minutes before it had killed him. The coroners had said he died peacefully.
She moved gracefully towards the kitchen and looked at the packet of poison on the table. She had been contemplating it for days and the wait meant she was a little behind in catching up to him, but she hoped that he would wait. It didn’t take her long to pour some in a cup or milk before climbing into bed to sleep, and in her dreams, she dreamt of waking in his arms…
HAHAHHAAH...I wrote it in maths..."amused"
how crap...oh wells
One word. It doesn’t really matter what you say, but it’s there. It’s a feeling I get I suppose, heart felt, soul deep; it’s more a knife than anything else. It’s questionable as to whether I’m reading too deep into something that’s not there, but I’m hanging on your every word and hoping that you’ll give me a sign, a hint, anything that you might just like me like I love you.
Perhaps I’m a little stupid this way, but I can’t help but wonder if perhaps you have the same feelings and emotions that I do. I guess this is just to document it all, you found a man to love and even I can see that he worships the very ground you walk on. I know I’m jealous, it’s hard not to be, you’re perfect in every way and the epitome of desire.
I’ve seen the way other men have looked at you; in fact I noticed it way before I even liked you. I almost want to cry for all the times I was cruel to you when I was cruel to you when I hated you and insulted your intelligence, your beauty. But I also know that I’ve fallen even further for you because of that.
I’m not telling you to suddenly change your mind about the guy you’re already seeing. He’s a good man; he’ll look after you well and make a great husband and father. I just wish he could have been me.
I think I’ve finished confessing, and to be honest, I don’t think I’m right in the head. I know it’s probably a pointless and stupid thing to do, and you might have even heard about it by now, but I’d be stupid to hope you even care.
I guess this is it then, my confession’s out and all I can say is I love you.
The note slipped out of her hands as she felt first one year then an entire stream slide down her face. Biting her lip she looked at the picture she kept in her locket and wondered how she could be so stupid as to think he didn’t love her. His face smiled up at her and she felt a fresh wave of guilt for hurting him and taking away a man of such potential.
Blinking back as many tears as she could, she looked at the newspaper article. The heading was simple: ‘New Spark Sparks Out’. He had drunk some kind of poison and was found five minutes before it had killed him. The coroners had said he died peacefully.
She moved gracefully towards the kitchen and looked at the packet of poison on the table. She had been contemplating it for days and the wait meant she was a little behind in catching up to him, but she hoped that he would wait. It didn’t take her long to pour some in a cup or milk before climbing into bed to sleep, and in her dreams, she dreamt of waking in his arms…
HAHAHHAAH...I wrote it in maths..."amused"
how crap...oh wells
4 comments:
it was alrite. a lil The Hours-ish.
btw was "and you might have even heart about it by now" a typo or intentionally written as heart.
oops...
"sweat drop"
see...this is why i should be bothered to read over my garbage...
hmm..never seen the hours
any good..?
its alrite. not my type of movie. it was mandatory for english and this felt very similar to it.
might not mean much coming from me.
but happy birthday kat! XD
keep up the nice literature =]
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