Your Tears Don't Fall (They Crash Around Me)
Title: Your Tears Don't Fall (They Crash Around Me)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Ville isn't hiding. He's recovering.
I suppose you would call it “hiding”. I call it “licking my wounds”. I am locked up in my tower, and it isn’t so much that I refuse to come down so much as I just can’t.
I can’t face the light of day, or anybody’s face. I need to try and ease this somehow. I’m medicating myself with Johnny Depp movies and cold raspberry iced tea. It’s like giving a burn patient a dab of aloe vera. Not so great.
I’m wondering now if perhaps maybe I was something of an ego boost. I think that you needed someone to love you. I’m not mad. I’ve been worse things. A quick fuck (broke up a promising engagement through that one. Though of course, if I was the reason they broke up, maybe it wasn’t a match made in Heaven) someone to buy drugs, someone to use, abuse, and throw away.
You didn’t use or abuse me, not really. I don’t think you knew what was happening at the time. It is far from being your fault.
And, after all, hindsight is 20/20. I ought to know better, really. It’s so easy for us to know the truth when it’s all over.
You should know that I’m not really mad. You just aren’t who I thought you were. That isn’t your fault. It’s mine for wanting something I know I can’t have.
I need time to get over it.
But I will get over it.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
Summary: Ville isn't hiding. He's recovering.
I suppose you would call it “hiding”. I call it “licking my wounds”. I am locked up in my tower, and it isn’t so much that I refuse to come down so much as I just can’t.
I can’t face the light of day, or anybody’s face. I need to try and ease this somehow. I’m medicating myself with Johnny Depp movies and cold raspberry iced tea. It’s like giving a burn patient a dab of aloe vera. Not so great.
I’m wondering now if perhaps maybe I was something of an ego boost. I think that you needed someone to love you. I’m not mad. I’ve been worse things. A quick fuck (broke up a promising engagement through that one. Though of course, if I was the reason they broke up, maybe it wasn’t a match made in Heaven) someone to buy drugs, someone to use, abuse, and throw away.
You didn’t use or abuse me, not really. I don’t think you knew what was happening at the time. It is far from being your fault.
And, after all, hindsight is 20/20. I ought to know better, really. It’s so easy for us to know the truth when it’s all over.
You should know that I’m not really mad. You just aren’t who I thought you were. That isn’t your fault. It’s mine for wanting something I know I can’t have.
I need time to get over it.
But I will get over it.