-A group of people ,, standing & sitting ,, what are they doing ?
-Are they waiting for something ?
-These people are liars ,, backstabbers ,, bitches ,,
-Why are they here ?
-Im in my small ,, dark space & I look at myself
-White paint ,, this random & color & tacky shit on my face
-& the people again ,, they are waiting
-For a show
-My show ,,
-I begin to make a slowly enter from a right hand part of the coldest coldest floor
-Laugh ,, bastards ,, laugh
-I stand ,, I fall ,, I walk ,, I jump ,, & fall again
-Laugh ,,
-How can this crowd of millions be so unhearted ?
-Again I stand ,,
-With the white shit covering ,,
-My
Its pounding against my window
Little noises of wonder
Wet things... falling from the heavens
Baby looking out the open glass door
"Angels are crying"
Which most children believe is happening
Small smile growing apon my face
"Oh look..."
Each drop of rain is clear & beautiful
Yet different & strange & perfect
"Just like you..."
its not a fucking game by SpillCanvasLover, literature
Literature
its not a fucking game
Do you realize how much I loved you?
I just want you to know when you said to her that you loved her
I think my heart broke
Most of the time it just heals
But
With you it's like a game
Why can't you just realize
This is not a fucking game
And if it is
I don't wanna be a player
Remember when getting high was on the swing set?
When protection was your bike riding helmet?
When the only thing you could get from boys was cooties?
When we couldnt wait to grow up?
Everything
The only thing I can say to you
Is something you'll never hear
But I wish there could be
More times with you
Its something you already know
But, hell, I'll say it anyway
Even if your gone
I love everything about you
And the things we did together
But the everything we will never do
Is see each other again