Jun 06, 2005 13:14
“Everything would be so much easer if I could just hate you. I don’t want to be sad any more.” That's the kind of thing women say to me.
We fought for hours, not really we, she fought me and I begged her to stop. “ I don’t know how to fix this, ahhh fuck I don’t even know what’s wrong.” That's all I had to say in return.
It started as a party, ended as a funeral, something akin at least. “Cole cant you make her shut the fuck up, she’s out of control” I get told as everyone pats me on the back and leaves me alone with her.
I would have just lied to her, If I had thought it would make her feel better. I’m good at that sort of thing. I would be glad to tell her, Yeah sure I love you lets get married, have kids, and dogs, and sex, and bricks on our home. Fuck it sign me up. But she knows none of that's true.
So what now? I wont lie to her. I sure as hell wont tell her the truth I don’t know it.
Its always a party in the beginning, but parties are much to real to keep my attention. I don’t think ill ever love a real girl again.
Maybe I’ll just catch a ship and grab a ghost. She’s the only one I really love.