Post by flynn on Jul 10, 2009 11:13:05 GMT -5
why cant we runaway,
Falling. Falling. You couldn't help but believe that you wouldn't stop falling as you finally hit reality. Hard. They didn't want you, and as much as you tried to convince yourself that they did, what you told your self would never actually happen. You told your self they would get over this little phase, and snap back to reality, snap back to loving you. But no, how could that happen when you were nothing close to the perfection the faked? Everything they had needed to be perfect, including you. But you were never perfect in their eyes. And they were sick of your imperfection clogging up their lives. How could you make it up to them? For you were merely a companion, and all you wanted was for them to love you.
You sat on the edge of the curb in front of their house, just hoping and praying, that they would take you back. Forgive you for everything that you had done. But you knew that would never happen as your collar slowly wore away on your neck. They were always a sucker for nylon. Of course, they had probably already erased you from their house. The pictures, toys, fur. It was all only a memory, and by now, the mere memory they had of you was fading away. So there you sat, in the rain, in the snow, in the blistering heat. Just hoping they would take you back. Sadly, the portion that believed they never would was growing more and more, clogging up your brain.we'll turn our back and we'll say goodnight!
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