He came back on though.
Said he missed all of it.
That he wanted to be run over again.
So i put it in reverse and let ‘em have it.
He asked for it after all…
Me- are you sure you want me to? I won’t lie. It’s pretty brutal.
Him- yes I am…
[enter vaporizing dosage repeat]
Me- now I look like a bitch xs 2.
Me- … I’m too nice.
What’s odd about this particular entry, is that in the midst of trying to think of what to write for a blog today (as there was an overabundance of inspiration), I decided that I would write about it later, and post another bit of prose from my past. This particular piece having been inspired by ****** from the previous entry came to mind near immediately.
It was not until I copied it from my notebook that I noticed the date.
One year ago today.
I don’t believe in coincidence.
I believe that timing is a funny funny thing, especially when it’s about a relationship.
we remain the same.
Those words echo in my cerebellum.
I remember why I adored him back then.
I remember why I’ve missed him so.
from someone whom in many ways is sick and should not be viewed admirable.
Ah what a twisted world we live in.
Permeating seducing pheramones
Once again transcribed into my reality.
I stare at a blank canvas…
hoping that you will enter again
hoping that this time
perhaps you will stay.
And while I know that I don’t need you.. your presence is requested at table 3.
Party of 2
Will you meet me there?