This is from my current obsession, Supernatural. I'm not all too caught up with the series, but I was trying to place this in the space Dean went to Hell, but interpret it as you please.
Confessions of the Lost
Dear Dean,
Roads are long and lonely without you
When I drive, I listen to your stupid music
But I don't sing—that's your job
No, I just listen until I become heart sick
With missing you
When I eat at diners by myself
Even though I've done it before
I still think of you with me
And sometimes put in your order
Out of habit
I'm okay now when I wake up alone;
I used to hate it—I used to talk to you
Even though you were thousands of miles away
Wishing you were missing me, too
And hating yourself some.
When I'm alone, I think a lot about you.
I think about your touch and taste and voice
And every aspect of you no one can recreate
But to return to you? I'd never make that choice
I can't face you again
Never again.
Sammy
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