He chose her.
There I stood behind an old oak tree spying on my first love as he confessed his love to another woman. Not even a real woman, more like a shell of her former self; my incarnate. The woman who stole my soul...her soul...so she could walk among the living again.
I should forget about him, focus on some realistic goals...find someone else who will love me just as much as I love them...but then there are those times where he sheds his rough exterior and becomes caring, and I can almost imagine its me he holds dear...and I wonder, what if? But what if he's thinking about her? What if he sees her, in me? What if he only loves her? He torments me with these unanswered questions...
I must be some kind of masochist...setting myself up for all this pain...for someone I have no future with!
Oh look, he's embracing her...and she's pushing him away...but he's not going to give up.... and she's melting.... who wouldn't melt into him? And he's kissing her...wow I always wondered if he was a good kisser, I imagined him doing that to me...I guess that won't happen now, will it?
Actually its pretty ironic, I am infatuated with a half demon and I'm a miko, we should be enemies! And then of course he is in love with a corpse, the shell of the woman he loves, the woman who killed him, for betraying her, even though he didn't and they were both tricked.... funny ne?
His eyes are widening.... and he's looking at me. Strange, I guess I started to cry...did I just drop my bag? Maybe it's was too heavy for my shoulder, what am I thinking, it's always too heavy!
...His eyes...those golden pools of light...he's killed so many, yet they still retain their innocence. He's still starring at me? I guess he is trying to tell me he chose her, he loves her, and he has and will always love her...
And I ran.
And I keep thinking...
He chose her.
There I stood behind an old oak tree spying on my first love as he confessed his love to another woman. Not even a real woman, more like a shell of her former self; my incarnate. The woman who stole my soul...her soul...so she could walk among the living again.
I should forget about him, focus on some realistic goals...find someone else who will love me just as much as I love them...but then there are those times where he sheds his rough exterior and becomes caring, and I can almost imagine its me he holds dear...and I wonder, what if? But what if he's thinking about her? What if he sees her, in me? What if he only loves her? He torments me with these unanswered questions...
I must be some kind of masochist...setting myself up for all this pain...for someone I have no future with!
Oh look, he's embracing her...and she's pushing him away...but he's not going to give up.... and she's melting.... who wouldn't melt into him? And he's kissing her...wow I always wondered if he was a good kisser, I imagined him doing that to me...I guess that won't happen now, will it?
Actually its pretty ironic, I am infatuated with a half demon and I'm a miko, we should be enemies! And then of course he is in love with a corpse, the shell of the woman he loves, the woman who killed him, for betraying her, even though he didn't and they were both tricked.... funny ne?
His eyes are widening.... and he's looking at me. Strange, I guess I started to cry...did I just drop my bag? Maybe it's was too heavy for my shoulder, what am I thinking, it's always too heavy!
...His eyes...those golden pools of light...he's killed so many, yet they still retain their innocence. He's still starring at me? I guess he is trying to tell me he chose her, he loves her, and he has and will always love her...
And I ran.
And I keep thinking...
He chose her.