Insomnopheliac Metaphor whore
Number of posts : 40 Reputation : Registration date : 2008-03-22
| Subject: Hey, Angel Sun 22 Jun 2008 - 2:49 | |
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It's hardly fun, you know I mean, frankly it's like being stabbed in the back and shot in the heart (but that's her being her melodramatic self, as usual, and the irony doesn't come off without the context.) But surely the years are worth a tear? I've not seen you shed one (not in all the years - so does that make it alright? It's just her way.) And maybe I would like to make you shed a tear (or two, blood and tears mingling in a blot upon your fine features; not so angelic now, are we?) but I've used up all my get-out-of-jail-free cards so brimming with excuses and apologies already. You didn't ask for one, you took it as given after all, how could I have possibly meant what I said?
The rest may have been meaningless, my lovely, but what I said to you - a moment of sweetest clarity; it's the truest thing I've said in a long time. Oh, my secret keeper, and sharer of my heart; I hate you. | |
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