Well, hopefully this one gets more feedback than Unmoved, Untouched, Forgotten.
Enjoy; if you like it, I'm working on another one.
she's sick of
it
sick of the
ringtone
that blares
everytime
she
calls
--
the girl has
her own
special one
set
just
for her
--
one thought
runs through caitlin's
mind
every minute
every day
you're a liar, nate
--
caitlin doesn't
have a
ringtone just
a series
of vibrations
and
it makes her
sick
you're a liar, nate
--
nine am
his phone
explodes
with
the
ringtone
and caitlin knows
where he goes
when he says
"i gotta take this"
he
thinks she doesn't
you're a liar, nate
--
caitlin once found
out
who the girl
that calls
every day
is
she didn't
couldn't
bear to think of
it as true
it ran through her mind
again
you're a liar, nate
--
it rang
in caitlin's hand
her mouth made
an
o
and she
threw the
phone
like it was on
fire
it was
mitchie
you're a liar, nate
--
in the back
of the church
they sit
hand-in-hand
the thought
makes caitlin
sick
--
that this
hand
the hand
in hers
has been
in the hand
of the girl
at the
altar
you're a liar, nate
--
the priest
says something
about 'do you?'
and the girl says
she
does
caitlin laughs
a bitter
laugh
at the girl
who solemnly
swears
to be faithful
to her husband
his brother
you're a liar, nate
--
she turns
looking at the house
they shared
so long
the bed they
shared
for so long
you're a liar, nate
--
suitcase
in hand he runs
out the door
to her
'don't do this, i love you'
she says
nothing
just stares
and doesn't
look back
as she
climbs in the
cab
he says
something about
working it
out
they can do it
you're a liar, nate
--
she does nothing
just rolls
up the
rain covered
window
and one thought
runs
mericilessly
through her
mind
--
you're a liar, nate
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