Its true.
No matter how many time you lay awake at night staring at your ceiling, no matter how many times you flirt with a girl or get awkward and nervous around her,
No matter how many times you tell yourself,
You
Are
Not
Over
Her.
And you probably never will be. She was your first love, she was the one you were going to marry. She was such an integral part of your life for 8 months, that of course you still think of her.
You want to hate her.
I mean she cheated on you right?
You want to be upset, to not like her, to just erase all thoughts of her from your head.
But you can't can you?
Even now, months after she broke up with y
Confusion
Now, maybe it's the pain pills talking,
I mean I never have been good with words,
But this whole situation just confuses me.
Well and truly it does.
See, I happened to meet someone.
Completely by accident mind you.
I was playing my Ukuelele, Dru,
And she was well, waiting.
She asked me to play for her,
So I played for her.
Plain and simple.
Who would have known it could lead to this?
She and I are opposites.
She's done some major things, She's lived her life.
Me? I haven't done much.
I just sit home and just nerd out.
She's fire,
I'm air.
She's not afraid to speak her mind and be her,
I was living a lie for
As I stand in that dank, dark alleyway.
My mind immediately flashes through my life.
My childhood,
My middle school years,
And meeting you in High school all flash through my mind.
Staring down the barrel of my mugger's gun,
I don't feel fear,
I've had a good life.
As the gun shots sound,
Echoing like some lone symphony around me,
I can feel my lifeblood start to seep out.
As I lay in that dank, dark alleyway,
I reach my hands out to the sky above.
Reaching for you and hoping you're there to welcome me.
Walking into the room I see something.
It's a mirror,
Standing all alone amongst the dust,
Its surface shines like a new coin.
Walking closer I see myself follow.
Only its not me.
Not really.
She looks and talks like me, but she isn't.
Staring into that lone mirror,
I see my life start to flash like an old movie.
Running, playing, moving, growing.
All the major events flash before my eyes.
In each of the scenes though,
There is one constant.
While everything else is in vibrant color,
I'm simply stuck in shades of gray.
I see myself laughing and smiling,
I look so happy and like a regular child.
But I know the truth.
I didn'
Walking through these halls,
I can't help but feel more alone.
Around my heart I've built up walls
To protect myself else I'll groan.
I'm not the only one hiding behind a mask.
I see others who laugh and smile
Loathe to leave their true selves to bask
They hide like me on their lone isle.
Surrounded by people yet still friendless
They are all smiles and jokes,
Their cries sound beneath the surface,
But if they ever try to speak they choke.
Can you be the one to see beneath the façade?
Will you be able to see the truth?
Or like everyone else fall for the charade.
To afraid to see the truth.
The answers lie in the eyes.
No
The wind is blowing softly through the trees,
The cool night air refreshing me as I sit under the tree to stare at the stars.
There are so many of them.
They light up the sky with their brilliance.
The moons lights up the sky as well,
So full,
So bright,
Softly, as I sigh I just ponder why I'm here.
Why am I alive?
What is my purpose?
I close my eyes to try and think,
And as I do it begins.
Slowly, almost as if like an old movie scenes flash before my eyes.
My first best friend,
Playing kickball in grade school,
Moving across the country and leaving behind the only family I've ever known.
Arriving in my new state and meeting t
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
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He has shaggy brown hair with the ends of it hanging a bit below his shoulder blades. It can get in his way a lot so he usually ties it up in a low ponytail. He has a small goatee. On his right cheek he has three traingle tattoos within each other, His eye color is gold with slits. He has a small fang poking from his upper lip. Usually, like Aza, he wears a cloak, though his is black as night. Also like Aza he foroges shoes, and instead allows his clawed feet to be seen. He doesn't wear a shirt a lot so you have a clear view of the claw scars on his chest. He hates wearing shirts since they constri