Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine.
Warning: Slash, for you squeemish people who don't know what you're missing.
"Slipped"
""No one is allowed to be so proud
They never reach out
When they're giving up." -Better than Ezra
I hated you. How could you break me? How could you kiss one cheek and then expect me to turn the other when you committed the unthinkable. You turned away from me. You were glaring determinedly at the sun and while the rays of it blinded me, you slipped from my sight, from my grasp.
Oh . . . if only you could slip from my mind.
I loved you. How could you hurt me? How could you kiss her cheek and expect me to turn the other way when you professed your love. You turned away from me. You were staring determinedly at the stars and while the darkness shielded you, you slipped from my sight, from my grasp.
Oh . . . if only you could slip from my mind.
But I don't care anymore. Or I won't. You break people. You break me. You broke me. I'm still lying at your feet . . . waiting, hoping, praying . . . and all for fucking nothing.
I HATE IT! I hate having to feel everything you can so calmly ignore when you smile at your beautiful wife, at the beautiful child I could never give you, at the life you never gave me the chance for. You smile, you laugh, you look at me as if there never was a single thing that passed between us more than . . . more than what you had hoped happened.
Everyday is just a struggle for me not to look straight into your gorgeous hazel eyes, another day not to cry when you kiss her, another day not to hate the child I'm godson to. Not because I hate him because I hate the love that created him, the love you promised we would have forever and the love you took away just as quickly.
They were just words. I should have known. Words are nothing. Meaningless. Cast aside like a book or newspaper. Why should the ones that you permanently engraved on my soul be any different?
I hate you. How dare you break me? How dare you turn from me? I wish I could be there to see your face when you see all you've done and all you've caused to be. I would love to see your repentance.
But instead I am slipping . . . slipping slowly from lightness as the blackness comes around me . . . Oh, I fall away.