painisfashion

for every action, there is an equal and opposite distraction. like you, for instance. you are catnip defined, you are the invisible goal. i will tranquilize myself a thousand times over to repeatedly forget that you exist. i would rather not be breathing than inhale with the knowledge that you are, and that you live. my dreams consist of nonsense and you. violence and you. unattainable aspects of life, and you. insanely perfect sex, and of course, you. how close am i to being tranquilized? soon enough, for the pills are being digested as i write this. i can feel you unknowingly responding to the call on your cell phone, and being utterly suprised by the news that we will no longer be together someday. maybe. perhaps. you've been cut off, and i guess you could say that i have been, as well. did you really think i was always going to be there? waiting for you, like a puppy waiting to be fed, convinced that dinner will always be there, same bat time, same bat channel... and you can eat it whenever you want? well the food just ate itself. i grew stale. i am mold, defined. i am unacceptable, and it's your fault. i can do nothing for you, when i was once the perfect meal. to make this short and sweet, you have waited too long. i am ashes, and have been blown away by impatient winds. you'll never know what future we could have had my dear. because you assumed that it was always going to be there. well you were wrong. you were wrong.