Musings of the Heart
By Cold-Zephyr
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own the songs, don't own the Superstars, don't own squat. I thank you very much.
Summary: A songfic series of the Superstars' love lives, as well as their heartaches.
A/N: This is Chapter 2 of "Musings of the Heart," and it's NOTHING like Chapter 1, so beware if you were expecting fluff, mush and happy ending. This time it's Trish's POV, and this takes place after her WMXX heel turn.
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Chapter 2: My Fault
Song Title: "Anytime" Artist: Brian McKnight
Love Triangle: Chris/Trish/Jay POV of: Trish Stratus
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I can't remember why we fell apart
From something that was so meant to be
"Forever" was the promise in our hearts
Now more and more I wonder where you are
~
What the hell was I thinking? I just let a perfect love slip right through my fingers. You were so sweet to me, you adored me, and you treated me like a princess, yet I had the nerve to slap you in the face and leave you for somebody else. Why? Why did I do that? How could I have been such a freaking idiot?
Well, every action has its consequences. Here I am, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, not liking what I see. In the mirror I see a dumb chick who "likes it rough." In the mirror I see a heart that's been broken by its own stupidity. In the mirror I see myself, incomplete because you're not here with me.
~
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
I miss you
~
"C'mon, Trish, what's taking you so long?"
That's Jay, your former best friend, my current boyfriend, and a real asshole. I knew that from the start, but I left you for him anyway because I had convinced myself that I am an independent woman who doesn't need or believe in love, and that all I really need is a good fuck.
I was so wrong.
~
Still have your picture in the frame
Hear your footsteps down the hall
I swear I hear your voice, driving me insane
How I wish that you would call to say...
"Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
"Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?
"Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
"I miss you"
~
"Trish? Trish?" Jay is knocking loudly on the door now.
"Five more minutes, Jay," I respond.
"Can't you just skip prepping yourself up so we can get it on right now?" Jay was never really a patient guy.
"Can you keep it in your pants for five more minutes, you horny bastard?!? Jeez!!!"
"Okay, okay, no need to get all bitchy," he grumbles.
He's about to "give it to me rough", which I used to be so delighted about, but right now, I feel like shit. I'm missing you so much that it hurts.
~
No more loneliness and heartache
No more crying myself to sleep
No more wondering about tomorrow
Won't you come back to me?
Come back to me...
~
"I love you, Chris Jericho, and I swear I'll do anything to have you back in my life." How I wish I could tell you that. But I don't have the guts to...I know you'll never take me back.
I sometimes wonder if you still think about me. Whenever I see you smile, I wish that I were the reason behind that smile. I wish that I was still the love of your life. But I suppose that whenever my name is mentioned to you now, your adorable, boyish grin turns into a cold, hateful scowl.
Whenever I walk towards the ring now, I am met with boos and "slut" chants...that doesn't bother me at all. Whenever you call me a "slut" or a "trash bag ho" or any other hateful term, that's what really hurts me. It's not the words themselves that hurt, but the fact that you're already over me.
And the fact that it was all my fault for being so stupid. All this heartache, all this pain, all this crying over you...I brought it all upon myself.
~
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
I miss you
~
Jay has opened the door. "Come on, sexy...someone as hot as you are doesn't need any prepping up," he whispers into my ear as he proceeds to kiss my neck. I fake a smile and I try to hide how I'm really feeling right now. I even manage to laugh a bit.
He ushers me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, and I lie on the bed. As he crawls on top of me while I stare up at the ceiling, I realize that without you, I am reduced to nothing but a cheap slut with a broken heart.
~~~
So sad, isn't it? This is the very first time EVER that I wrote a sad ending. I decided to try something new, I guess. How did I do? Please, please, PLEASE review it! There are more chapters to come if you want 'em. All you have to do is let me know...by REVIEWING. Thanks! ~*Cold-Zephyr*~
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own the songs, don't own the Superstars, don't own squat. I thank you very much.
Summary: A songfic series of the Superstars' love lives, as well as their heartaches.
A/N: This is Chapter 2 of "Musings of the Heart," and it's NOTHING like Chapter 1, so beware if you were expecting fluff, mush and happy ending. This time it's Trish's POV, and this takes place after her WMXX heel turn.
~~~
Chapter 2: My Fault
Song Title: "Anytime" Artist: Brian McKnight
Love Triangle: Chris/Trish/Jay POV of: Trish Stratus
~~~
I can't remember why we fell apart
From something that was so meant to be
"Forever" was the promise in our hearts
Now more and more I wonder where you are
~
What the hell was I thinking? I just let a perfect love slip right through my fingers. You were so sweet to me, you adored me, and you treated me like a princess, yet I had the nerve to slap you in the face and leave you for somebody else. Why? Why did I do that? How could I have been such a freaking idiot?
Well, every action has its consequences. Here I am, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, not liking what I see. In the mirror I see a dumb chick who "likes it rough." In the mirror I see a heart that's been broken by its own stupidity. In the mirror I see myself, incomplete because you're not here with me.
~
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
I miss you
~
"C'mon, Trish, what's taking you so long?"
That's Jay, your former best friend, my current boyfriend, and a real asshole. I knew that from the start, but I left you for him anyway because I had convinced myself that I am an independent woman who doesn't need or believe in love, and that all I really need is a good fuck.
I was so wrong.
~
Still have your picture in the frame
Hear your footsteps down the hall
I swear I hear your voice, driving me insane
How I wish that you would call to say...
"Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
"Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?
"Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
"I miss you"
~
"Trish? Trish?" Jay is knocking loudly on the door now.
"Five more minutes, Jay," I respond.
"Can't you just skip prepping yourself up so we can get it on right now?" Jay was never really a patient guy.
"Can you keep it in your pants for five more minutes, you horny bastard?!? Jeez!!!"
"Okay, okay, no need to get all bitchy," he grumbles.
He's about to "give it to me rough", which I used to be so delighted about, but right now, I feel like shit. I'm missing you so much that it hurts.
~
No more loneliness and heartache
No more crying myself to sleep
No more wondering about tomorrow
Won't you come back to me?
Come back to me...
~
"I love you, Chris Jericho, and I swear I'll do anything to have you back in my life." How I wish I could tell you that. But I don't have the guts to...I know you'll never take me back.
I sometimes wonder if you still think about me. Whenever I see you smile, I wish that I were the reason behind that smile. I wish that I was still the love of your life. But I suppose that whenever my name is mentioned to you now, your adorable, boyish grin turns into a cold, hateful scowl.
Whenever I walk towards the ring now, I am met with boos and "slut" chants...that doesn't bother me at all. Whenever you call me a "slut" or a "trash bag ho" or any other hateful term, that's what really hurts me. It's not the words themselves that hurt, but the fact that you're already over me.
And the fact that it was all my fault for being so stupid. All this heartache, all this pain, all this crying over you...I brought it all upon myself.
~
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
Do you ever wake up reaching out for me?
Do I ever cross your mind, anytime?
I miss you
~
Jay has opened the door. "Come on, sexy...someone as hot as you are doesn't need any prepping up," he whispers into my ear as he proceeds to kiss my neck. I fake a smile and I try to hide how I'm really feeling right now. I even manage to laugh a bit.
He ushers me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, and I lie on the bed. As he crawls on top of me while I stare up at the ceiling, I realize that without you, I am reduced to nothing but a cheap slut with a broken heart.
~~~
So sad, isn't it? This is the very first time EVER that I wrote a sad ending. I decided to try something new, I guess. How did I do? Please, please, PLEASE review it! There are more chapters to come if you want 'em. All you have to do is let me know...by REVIEWING. Thanks! ~*Cold-Zephyr*~