Allow me to be the first to stand and congratulate you on this award winning performance
A round of applause for convincing yourself and others alike that things do not exist merely because the words falling from your lips speak them into oblivion
And I thank you dearly for this show stopping spectacular of teaching me that pinky promises are a load of shit and that promises you make were meant to be broken
I talk myself in circles trying to figure out exactly how you pull it off, how exactly can you erase an entire quantity of time with simple commas and statements
A divine magic trick and with a wave of your precious wand you have fabricated a world where you are happy, you are without all faults
But I knew you.
Your easy smile and saunter would once make a starry eyed girl like me leap and bound for the chance to be with your sinful nature
I knew you.
I knew that I would’ve ruined every chance of happiness just to see you shine brightly and that it’s an all too familiar notion teenage girls have these days, but no one seems to notice or care to save them from an untimely demise
We watch as they throw themselves into another being, we let them ignore our warnings and pleas because we become too frustrated to understand that they are too sick to hear
That the poison of a toxic relationship will paralyze the senses.
So I sit here with bile creeping up my now resuscitated throat holding back the venomous words I know would rip apart this lovely show you’ve given the crowd
I replay all the moments between us that I thought were drenched in watercolors and the most vibrant of light and realize, it was faded.
I was fading. I have faded.
So you carry on for an encore as the crowd sits there and hungrily awaits the lies and tall tales only a true actor can weave and formulate
As they ask for more, you give and soon you will believe in your own legends and folklore
But I know you.
onegirlfouryears 