I Remember A Time When Once You Used To Love Me
Acepilot

AN - This is the first time I've written on a Macintosh since 1996. Though I have always loved the keyboards, and think they're very comfortable to write on, the damn things haven't gotten any faster or easier to use over the last 9 years, no matter how funky the new ones look. Grr.

Thanks to those who let me know what they thought of the first chapter. This is proving to be an interesting experiment.

Disclaimer – the characters in this fic are property of KlaskyCsupo.

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2. Innocent Play

2.1 – How It Begins

It all begins
Innocently

Where she's concerned,
Can you expect anything else?

It all begins
With a simple question

How was I supposed
To answer?

It all begins
With a foolish mistake

I've made enough of those
To know that hindsight

Is a wonderful thing

2.2 – Innocent Play

We don't flirt
We never flirted
We just…

We don't play with each other
We just…

I kiss her but I don't
Feel anything on the other side
It's never been like this before

But that was the point, wasn't it?

The only thing that's innocent about us
Is her feelings

They're purely innocent
Not a trace of lust in them

What are we?
Nothing. Just…
Innocent

2.3 – Do You Think He Loves Me?

"What do you think of him?"
she asks, while we're lying in an afterglow

Him. With his stupid
Life
And stupid
Hair

"Do you think he likes me?"
she asks, while we're lying in bed
Together in the afterglow

He, with his stupid
Seduction
And his useless
Personality

That I can't match.

"Do you think I should ask him out?"
she asks, while we're drifting apart
In the afterglow

I shrug

"Whatever you think."

Because what I think doesn't matter

2.4 – How It Begins II

It begins with the question
"Have you ever?"

It begins with the question
"Why are we the last?"

It began with the question
"Do you want to try it?"

2.5 – Poetry One

We're studying poetry
Or so they tell me

As I drop into my seat I wonder
"Why do we have to ask
Some long dead guy
What he was thinking

When he wrote…
About drugs, and
Flowers and
War and
Murders

There's a morbrid
Fascination
With poetry

I hate it

2.6 – At The End of the Day

At the end of the day
I watch them in the
Orange of sunset

They look happy
They're flirting
Playing innocently
In the dying hours of the sun

2.7 – Him

He's everything
That I'm not

He's cool

He's suave,
Even

He's everything I'm not
But not anything I want to be

But what can I offer her?
What can I offer her that he can't?

He even gives to charity

What do I have that he doesn't?

A friendship?

Not anymore…

2.8 – Tell Me About Him

"Tell me about him,"
I implore

She gives me a look
You know, one of those ones that
Kind of suggests
You're a few short of a set

"Why?"

She asks it with puzzlement in her voice

"I want to know?"

Its meant to be a statement but

It comes out wrong

"He's nice,"
she tells me.

Great.
I have to compete with
Nice.

2.9 – How It Begins III

It begins with a fatal mistake
Because the instant I agreed to this
Stupid enterprise

I was hers
And she wasn't in on it

And so now I'm dead inside
While she chases off
Some other guy

Some Nice guy

I feel lost and alone
And I don't know where I'm going next

It begins with her

2.10 – Lost and Alone

I sit with Tommy
In the crowded hall

They come and sit with us
But I'm not even aware that
They're there
Because she's not there

She's like a drug
And without her I feel

Away

She's like what I've come to need
And without her,

Alone

2.11 – How It Could End

It could end with me in a
Lonely room
Forgotten by the world
Until someone asks
"What's that?"

That, friend,
Is what death smells like.

Or it could end with me
Lying in bed with some pretty bird
And having
A real good time

Even though I'm actually alone

Maybe it'll end with me far away
Far away
Where she can't hurt me anymore

But it never does

Because she creeps –
Quietly
- into the house

And we do what…
We do.

Love isn't there
But maybe this'll be enough

Or maybe
It could end with me
In a lonely room
Forgotten by the world
Left by everyone
Left by her

Until someone asks
"What's that?"

And the coroner has to tell them.

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I promise that this will all be explained, soon. The fact that Phil's about to be studying poetry has a reason behind it. I'm hoping to try something…very interesting in the third chapter, which will be the pivotal one. Hopefully. We'll see how it goes. Please review!