if you don't want my peaches honey, please don't shake my tree.

[margarita_sexy]

i was sent away. i was disposed. as if i were a useless piece of plastic that once held an addiction. i was dropped off hard. my heart was broken with the force of the fall. it shattered into pieces like a porcelin doll. the reason for this drop off, i cannot apprehend. the only part i absorbed was that this was the end. his goodbye lacked sincerity, although it explained his distance. reaching his high had consumed all his time and left him feeling dull. i was already suppressed, ejected of his life, in his mind, before he set up my official departure. a permanent gush of hurt filled a void in my heart. but he who was too selfish, knew of what was to come. and had himself a headstart to break such bond. not once, but twice was i fooled. although, nothing can change my rejection to forget the beginning. it was full of meaning. i will remember the way he shone with joy, and the smile that captured the lower portion of his face. and then one day, we had unexpectedly became us, excitement stole my words, i was too upbeat to even think. so i expressed my heart's felt with movements, movements of meaningful expression, translation of emotions into motions. i swear, theres nothing else like it. can i live in a memory?...emotionally unhealthy. but living on a memory? acceptable.
i will miss him most on those perfect days, with the perfect weather, the perfect breeze, and the perfect view of the setting sun. i will taste him in my coffee. i now know nothing is inevitable. nothing is true. nothing is forever. i wont ever say 'i do'. because love is dead. and i flinch that the day will come when you'll find someone special to you. you'll be each others world and no one else will matter. you will be in love. you'll be handsome and beautiful. you will be charming. you'll be inseperable. and you'll share deep thoughts and conversations, you will form a bond. and you'll be pleasured and satisfied and you'll have fun. you will be happy. and i'll be gone.

because that's the never-ending cycle of lost love.

♥ always
Krystin