An argument I had with myself after I got a paper cut as I was staring at a particular person…
And the rest is self explanatory.
It's just for people who were reviewing for me, to show I'm still writing, but I've moved and school started, so I'M STILL ALIVE PEOPLE!
Random jibberish, BE NICE please…
Just a new idea, trying it out for the first time ok? I mean, any of you ever tried lemon juice on a paper cut? I'm talking- OW. That stuff STINGS.
It's hard to get over somebody you loved — or thought you did.
I gave everything to you.
Gave almost everything you had for that stupid jerk.
You might just have regrets…
I wish I'd never met you.
But you know that's a lie.
I mean it.
Don't lie.
I mean it…
…don't lie.
It's harder when you know there's always that chance that he might be there when you least expect him- the moment you turn your back, the second you let your guard down- BAM there he is…
And it hurts.
It hurts, doesn't it?
Not like a bruise…not at all like that-
Worse than a paper cut-
You just poured lemon juice on my paper cut-
Yeah. Feel that sting?
It hurts.
Especially after you've seen him with another girl…
It's really painful actually.
And all you can do is watch him.
You can stare if you want. He won't notice. Go ahead.
Look at me.
If you can stand to see him drape his arm around someone else. If your heart can bear to watch those familiar eyes sweep past you as if you weren't there…and you're not.
Not really.
Go ahead, get an eyeful- take in that little bit of selfish pleasure.
It's not as if…
…look at me…
…he will ever notice you again.
He used to. When you were busy, he'd stare and study your features until you caught that breathless feeling, the tingle down your back, that someone's eyes were on you.
… but no one's there.
Not true- he's not there.
But he is… his eyes are searching your face, looking for the stray in your expression to see if your heart is really bleeding as much as you say it was.
It is…
But can he tell?
And here he is- he must have seen that look in someone else's eyes. And when he looks up, finally looks up you can see it in his face, that hidden sardonic message, as if he said-
What were you looking for? You couldn't have found it with me.
He's doing fine… maybe GREAT, actually.
You should say something.
I can't.
Or maybe make a scene and yell at him or slap him hard on his face to really let him know how it feels…
I can't…
To be left out, and cut off from his life.
Why did he come in NOW?
To have somebody who'd tear your heart apart…
It's hard to let go of someone you loved, isn't it?
…stupid paper cut…
…it's not the only thing that hurts-
It's just the only thing you want to notice for now.
Forgive me, I have a nice one ready to type as soon as I get a break from back-to-school stuff I'll type it.
To all the people who either read or reviewed The Empty Wardrobe thank you so much for your comments, they were not unappreciated. Arigato gozaimasu! bow bow
More soon, I promise.