December 2010
3 posts
Had the world in the palm of your hands but you...
Grow up.
I won’t exchange jabs like a child with someone who only talks to me drunk or pissed off. And especially not through a blog I used to share with that person.
Therefore, this blog is condemned, as well as the other 2 you follow. You won’t be keeping tabs on me anymore, I’m sick of loving you and hoping you’ll change and ask me to take you back seriously. I’m sick of...
Misrepresented
You only liked me because I backed down when I feared losing you. I can’t lose you now, you’re not mine and you made it clear you never would be again. Why should I fight to reprise a role that isn’t offered.
I’m not good enough for your lifestyle.
You get what you give, but I don’t want another declaration of love leading me on just to be disappointed when you say...
November 2010
5 posts
"The next chords struck are fault & failure."
I know you’re my wife. I just never figured out how to bring you up to speed.
I’m no different. I spent time serving as your support beam despite the fact you were incapable of returning the favor. I prayed for my words to permeate your skin, but you resigned yourself to the idea that I was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and acted on it. It broke me. So write about how I don’t...
If I could believe in people getting what they deserved I might grant this new kind of living to it. One turn in karmic revolution, and here weI am.
Most days I’m too busy to notice what doesn’t happen, but every night I feel it. This self-imposed exile is becoming routine. No phone. No TV (I don’t remember what’s happening on The Office). An hour of internet per day. No...
I abandoned necktie and polo shirt professionalism for a chair in a tattoo shop. I rented out my house for a loft apartment; the kind I thought I’d be sharing with someone who probably shares their life with a someone that isn’t me.
I’m not sure where I am but I guess I’m doing alright.
I adopted a black kitten and named it Thomas because there was once a cat I knew, but didn’t get to meet, who was named Tom.
One of the worst days to occur over that year and (almost) a half span was the day Tom died because I wasn’t to blame for the sadness that followed. When you think about the people you love experiencing pain, you want to manage it. At least if you’re...
I wonder if I’m wrong.
I wonder if she feels wrong.
I wonder if sometime I’ll grow up. I wonder if there’s some strange plan in the works that’ll bring us back full circle and we’ll just pick up where we left things I left things.
I wonder if she’d answer the phone even though I know she doesn’t because I’ve tried.
I wonder if it was even real....
October 2010
1 post
We broke up.
Game over.