Perfect Circle
Prologue
Tell me this isn't it. Tell me this isn't the end. It hasnt even stared, it can't already be over.
"Don't leave. Do not leave me here like this. You can't do this to me, not after all we've gotten through....", I tell him, my eyes stone cold, and angry, barely being a damn for the tears lurking below the surface. He looks at me again before reaching the door. He, unlike myself, gave in to his sorrow the moment he looked at me. He came over. It was, raining. He came up to my room soaked. Oblivious to his blood-shot eyes, I told him immediatly how sexy he looked wet. He didn't laugh, and it went downhill after that. Seeing him cry makes my heart hurt. It makes my actual heart hurt. He looks at me deep with those dark brown pools of sorrow, and I know, he meant nothing he said. He's doing this to keep from hurting me, and although I know it, I can't stand it. I'd rather him hurt me a million times over, than not be with me at all. He told me he couldn't be with me anymore. He never once offered a reason why, he only told me that it's over. He said he still loved me, but that it was over. It's over.
"You coward!.......the second things get intense, you bail!?.... don't blame it on your career!..........don't blame it on my brother!......just leave!...........go, you gutless bastard!", I scream at him, putting emphasis on my words by throwing thins in his direction. For effect, he doesn't move to dodge them, he only shuts his eyes hard, and keeps his brow furrowed. His brow has been furrowed throughout his entire visit. Miracuously, not one shard of glass touches him. It's almost beautiful, how everything is being smashed around him, but nothing is hurting him. Nothing, but me. With a final tearful glance he leaves me to my destruction. The second the door clicks close, I break down. It is over. It started the same way, and now it all comes full circle. The rain contiues to fall like the saltine droplets from my eyes.
I guess, I could offer up myself as a human sacrafice, and tell you what the hell I'm talking about. Tell you how it started. Tell you why it can't be over. Tell you why it is over. Maybe I will.... Just not right now. Not right now.
Prologue
Tell me this isn't it. Tell me this isn't the end. It hasnt even stared, it can't already be over.
"Don't leave. Do not leave me here like this. You can't do this to me, not after all we've gotten through....", I tell him, my eyes stone cold, and angry, barely being a damn for the tears lurking below the surface. He looks at me again before reaching the door. He, unlike myself, gave in to his sorrow the moment he looked at me. He came over. It was, raining. He came up to my room soaked. Oblivious to his blood-shot eyes, I told him immediatly how sexy he looked wet. He didn't laugh, and it went downhill after that. Seeing him cry makes my heart hurt. It makes my actual heart hurt. He looks at me deep with those dark brown pools of sorrow, and I know, he meant nothing he said. He's doing this to keep from hurting me, and although I know it, I can't stand it. I'd rather him hurt me a million times over, than not be with me at all. He told me he couldn't be with me anymore. He never once offered a reason why, he only told me that it's over. He said he still loved me, but that it was over. It's over.
"You coward!.......the second things get intense, you bail!?.... don't blame it on your career!..........don't blame it on my brother!......just leave!...........go, you gutless bastard!", I scream at him, putting emphasis on my words by throwing thins in his direction. For effect, he doesn't move to dodge them, he only shuts his eyes hard, and keeps his brow furrowed. His brow has been furrowed throughout his entire visit. Miracuously, not one shard of glass touches him. It's almost beautiful, how everything is being smashed around him, but nothing is hurting him. Nothing, but me. With a final tearful glance he leaves me to my destruction. The second the door clicks close, I break down. It is over. It started the same way, and now it all comes full circle. The rain contiues to fall like the saltine droplets from my eyes.
I guess, I could offer up myself as a human sacrafice, and tell you what the hell I'm talking about. Tell you how it started. Tell you why it can't be over. Tell you why it is over. Maybe I will.... Just not right now. Not right now.