Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho; it belongs to the honorable
Yoshihiro Togashi, so please do not sue me. I am only a poor student who
still asks for my parents' money... Sometimes, hehehehehehehe
Screaming Infidelities
I. Am. Drunk.
Again.
I. Miss. Her.
Again.
I wish I were with her.
Asleep.
Cozy.
In bed.
Where is she?
I can't stand not being close to her, as I attempt to sleep. I can't sleep. I just drink. My best friend. Johnny Walker. Still can't make me forget her. I drink to you. Botan. Thanks for leaving me. Thanks for making yourself a whore. That bastard's whore. You let him own your very being. What can I have that's yours? I don't even see you anymore. Wait. I don't look for you anymore. I pine here for you. You won't come. Because he said so. Because you're his paid "employee". His whore. His bitch. His slave. Something even less than fecal matter. I drink to you.
I lie here waiting for you to return to me. Did our vows not mean anything? I thought I could have you. But he still owns you. You're with him now. Deceptive brat. My bed is cold. It smells of alcohol. You left me. I cover myself. I'm still cold. I yearn for your warmth. We've only been married six months and I have grown accustomed to it. I wish I knew who would take you home. To me.
I still have your letter. I kept it. Here. It never left the spot where you left it. I read it again. I don't understand most of it except for one line. You said:
"I will love you always and forever, Kurama."
Do you really or did you intend to toy with my emotions? Why did you return to Reikai? I cannot make sense of all those reasons you used to give justice of my abandonement. I find it arduous to accept that you left me, left our marriage for them, for him.
I am here in a strip club. Thinking of you. I keep hearing our song, so I left home. It kept on playing. So I left. I sit here. Hoping that I can supplant you with a common prostitute. I hope your having fun with your boss. I hope some other whore will take yor place. I don't care who it is as long as there is someone. By me. In my bed. Right now. 'Cause you are not there. Anymore.
Your laugh.
Is. Broken.
How did it happen?
Your eyes.
A Sham.
Hope you're Happy
As
You're
Pretending
I lost you to him. No, I just lost you. I wish you were at home. With me.
I. Am. Drunk.
Again.
I. Miss. Her.
Again.
I wish I were with her.
Asleep.
Cozy.
In bed.
Where is she?
Your hair, it's everywhere screaming infidelities, and taking its wear.
ICLavender: This story is inspired by Dashboard Confessional's Screaming Infidelities.
Screaming Infidelities
I. Am. Drunk.
Again.
I. Miss. Her.
Again.
I wish I were with her.
Asleep.
Cozy.
In bed.
Where is she?
I can't stand not being close to her, as I attempt to sleep. I can't sleep. I just drink. My best friend. Johnny Walker. Still can't make me forget her. I drink to you. Botan. Thanks for leaving me. Thanks for making yourself a whore. That bastard's whore. You let him own your very being. What can I have that's yours? I don't even see you anymore. Wait. I don't look for you anymore. I pine here for you. You won't come. Because he said so. Because you're his paid "employee". His whore. His bitch. His slave. Something even less than fecal matter. I drink to you.
I lie here waiting for you to return to me. Did our vows not mean anything? I thought I could have you. But he still owns you. You're with him now. Deceptive brat. My bed is cold. It smells of alcohol. You left me. I cover myself. I'm still cold. I yearn for your warmth. We've only been married six months and I have grown accustomed to it. I wish I knew who would take you home. To me.
I still have your letter. I kept it. Here. It never left the spot where you left it. I read it again. I don't understand most of it except for one line. You said:
"I will love you always and forever, Kurama."
Do you really or did you intend to toy with my emotions? Why did you return to Reikai? I cannot make sense of all those reasons you used to give justice of my abandonement. I find it arduous to accept that you left me, left our marriage for them, for him.
I am here in a strip club. Thinking of you. I keep hearing our song, so I left home. It kept on playing. So I left. I sit here. Hoping that I can supplant you with a common prostitute. I hope your having fun with your boss. I hope some other whore will take yor place. I don't care who it is as long as there is someone. By me. In my bed. Right now. 'Cause you are not there. Anymore.
Your laugh.
Is. Broken.
How did it happen?
Your eyes.
A Sham.
Hope you're Happy
As
You're
Pretending
I lost you to him. No, I just lost you. I wish you were at home. With me.
I. Am. Drunk.
Again.
I. Miss. Her.
Again.
I wish I were with her.
Asleep.
Cozy.
In bed.
Where is she?
Your hair, it's everywhere screaming infidelities, and taking its wear.
ICLavender: This story is inspired by Dashboard Confessional's Screaming Infidelities.