AN. This is a short little poem I wrote one time during a commercial when I was watching the show. It's completely different form anything I've ever posted before, and I didn't think I actually wanted to post it, but I'm bored as hell right now and I need something to do... so here you go. (Oh, and this is DuVe, but not in a happy way. It's all about the LoVe!)
Disclaimer: If I owned even a hair on Logan's head, I would stay shut in my room all day. No, I am not Rob Thomas, and that means that I do not own Veronica Mars... sadly...
Dead Girls and Broken Memories
It's not you and I know it.
It's not you and I know it,
but I can't help but lie to myself,
not out of love,
or passion,
or guilt,
but out of the fact of who it truly is,
who it was,
who it always has been, really.
And you know it too,
I can see it in your eyes when you smile,
when you touch me,
when we kiss, it's all a lie.
You know it's not your face in my mind,
not your hands I imagine on me,
not your lips smiling against mine.
There is no passion,
no real attachment to who we were,
only a dead girl and a broken memory.
And we both know how it will end,
because we know that we don't feel the same as we did not so long ago.
We know that you are in love with a dying girl, and I am in love with a memory and a false hope.
We know that our names don't spell out the word LoVe,
like mine does with his.
And we know that this thing,
this fake love,
this lie,
will never stop, because neither of us has the strength,
to admit what we really love,
to come to terms with the fact that the only things we truly want,
are alcoholics,
dead girls,
and broken memories.
Love it? Hate it? I should never write anything like this again? I should only ever write stuff like this? Come on, give me feedback people!!!