remeeting (me), february 28 '04Darling, I've cried too many times to count for you. But it seems you can't take a hint and stop yourself from breaking my heart. Maybe it's my fault that I'm letting you play me like a violin... but I always loved its sad, sad song. It seemed to tear through me even before I knew of the similie. But you're smiling now, I can feel it. I can taste your wry apathy towards me. Like what you did to me is so 'humorous' in it's irony? You've always disgusted me, you know that?! I just hid it behind my mask of love. Don't get me wrong, I did think I loved you. I thought you loved me too, but you just dreamed of the day you'd prove me wrong, didn't you? I take it that you're laughing, now. Don't be afraid, I've always watched your every move. Everything that you long to hide, I know of. Don't cry now, baby, I'm sure for you the pain is just beginning. I've dreamt of this moment for so long, and every night afterwards I will see your death. Under the stars, like I longed for. Maybe it will rain, which you loved. But then again, maybe you will be too deep in your 'fires of hell' to feel such a soothing fall. You condemned me because of something so trivial, and so I will condemn you for something so real. You will find out soon enough what it is like to burn. Until then, I will watch you silently overhead. I will keep track of every time you think of me, every time your breath falters. That second when everything pauses-- that is when my friend Sir Death will visit you. And don't worry, he's never going to be as enchanting as you. Fear not, because that day when you join me here is not going to hurt me at all.
authors commentswell.. if you didnt notice (which im sure you did :P), the narrator is dead. i dont know what i think of this one either :P
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