The phone rang for the millionth time today. I stared at it like I had stared at your stuff in that box you'd given me on Valentine's day. When you picked it up to take it away, I couldn't look. I know you noticed.
I had all of it. Did you notice that? I had every single thing you'd ever given me. The notes, the roses, teddy bears- even the heart shaped chocolate box! I loved you, didn't you know? The roses may have died, the ink on the notes faded, the chocolate expired- did I care? No.
I loved you.
You were the cutest, hottest, kindest guy in school. The guy who picked up a geek's books when they tripped in the hallway. The guy who was nice enough to tell a bully to shut the hell up. But he was nice enough to do this. Nice. What a wrongful word. You are Darius Patrick. The one and only.
Two years- TWO whole years! What happened? We had our 'dating' days. We'd go out every Friday and Saturday. We weren't bored. I wasn't bored. You always said stuff about how we were doing great. You said forever. What happened to that? Actually, what happened to you?
We'd been bored with each other for only a little while. I created our days and your OWN days. The days where you could go and do whatever. I trusted you. I believed in you. It was FREEDOM. We had the worst fights because of it. I use to think you were fighting for privacy- for space, but no. It was for her wasn't it?
Did you think I wouldn't find out- that I'd never know? I'd never suspect? Well I know and luckily you don't know that I do. I don't want to hear excuses. I don't even want to know what you have to say.
You said you were at your niece's birthday party! Wrong, you were at Elephant Bar with her of course.
I had all of it. Did you notice that? I had every single thing you'd ever given me. The notes, the roses, teddy bears- even the heart shaped chocolate box! I loved you, didn't you know? The roses may have died, the ink on the notes faded, the chocolate expired- did I care? No.
I loved you.
You were the cutest, hottest, kindest guy in school. The guy who picked up a geek's books when they tripped in the hallway. The guy who was nice enough to tell a bully to shut the hell up. But he was nice enough to do this. Nice. What a wrongful word. You are Darius Patrick. The one and only.
Two years- TWO whole years! What happened? We had our 'dating' days. We'd go out every Friday and Saturday. We weren't bored. I wasn't bored. You always said stuff about how we were doing great. You said forever. What happened to that? Actually, what happened to you?
We'd been bored with each other for only a little while. I created our days and your OWN days. The days where you could go and do whatever. I trusted you. I believed in you. It was FREEDOM. We had the worst fights because of it. I use to think you were fighting for privacy- for space, but no. It was for her wasn't it?
Did you think I wouldn't find out- that I'd never know? I'd never suspect? Well I know and luckily you don't know that I do. I don't want to hear excuses. I don't even want to know what you have to say.
You said you were at your niece's birthday party! Wrong, you were at Elephant Bar with her of course.
