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Jace:
And of course it was at this moment, this one clear moment I would realize that I wanted to change.
I'll stop what I'm doing now, I will go out and be a part of this world. This, I know, will make me be the person I've always longed to be. I thought for so long this is what I've wanted, but I can now see how wrong I was. It took such a long time to realize that if I change my hair, and go out at night, I might find someone. Maybe we would have met on different terms, and this would have gone somewhere. We would be more than friends, I'd be holding you close right now, rather than sitting next to you. Maybe not. I'll never have known, if I had not locked myself into such a niche that I was so sure of, I might have you today. Or if all those years ago, I hadn't had that bad day. Then I'd be with her, things would have been nice. We were so alike, but I let it all just drift apart, because I couldn't be bothered to change. I've always wanted everyone else to change... I was the one who should have changed.

He said it aloud, a tear in his eye, though she couldn't hear him above the sound of gunfire and explosions. And then in an instant, he stood and walked outside, into the night sky where bullets flew and young men waged war on each other. She tried to call out and stop him, but realized she couldn't form the words. For after he stepped outside, their sanctuary of rubble collapsed upon her. She could hear the sounds of bullets penetrating flesh above all else, and she knew he was gone.

Perhaps if I'd given you a chance, neither of us would have died alone.
She whispered the words, they came out cold, as she drew her last breath, a single tear fell from her face.

jodizzle:
Don't die fabulous thread!  We need you!


You told me you loved me and I
Told you I didn’t care and
That I was leaving.

I packed my things and waited
For you to stop me.

And found myself sitting on my
Suitcase alone listening
To you fuck in the next room.

schimmy:
Here I am.
Depressed and weak and drunk.
Suddenly inside.
My head's a mess. Incoherent.
Throwing words out.
Explanations.
Searching.
Frantically.
Talking to people I think I hate.

It's been a while.
My first day alone.
Talking to people. The ones I love.
I don't know who.
It can't be.
It can't be me.

You've bad taste but you like me
You're sweet but the one I miss
the one I don't mind.
Is only you part of the time.

I do remember when we talked.
I don't remember why we changed.
I'm still lonely. Still alone.
I know the past but I try to look forward.
Honestly I've tried not lying.
But the words keep on coming

Never mind goodbyes,
we're in a place we can't survive,
trying over.
We can't be friends.
My mind changes and I blink.

jodizzle:
Oh hey more.  This is not very good, but it is one of the few things I have ever written that is based on my life.  It made me cry to write it because I guess I still am filled with guilt about the breakup!


“We have a deathless love” you told me, as you stared up at the ceiling, eyes following movement only you could see.  I sat by the window and said nothing, but I was peeling your soul apart with my mind, trying to find you.  It shouldn’t be like this, using familiarity and comfort as the thread that stitches our hearts together.  I see us stumbling, and feel the threads pulling and ripping but you just sew us up again.  Jabbing with the needle in your haste, trying not to let me pull away, keeping me as your constant shadow.

“We have a lifeless love” I told you, as I used scissors to cut the messy stitches from my heart, and left you with bloody thread dangling from your chest.  I freed myself from constant misery and in the process bound you to what I was escaping.  I left you to tangle in your heartstrings, lost after so long spent trying to avoid our bleak ending.

Jace:
There were countless eyes staring at me. But I felt like I was under the most extremes of pressure. Its just those eyes, bearing down on me, it feels like there is a hole being torn into me, like I am being stripped down to my soul. That passes though, and then we move on. I feel like I am taking advantage of her, because I'm so much more experienced. I don't mean to do this, but it happens naturally. When you've been doing this for a while you start to get a rhythm. You don't always mean to, but it happens and that's good. Thats how you want to live, being able to sink into that groove at any time.

So, here I am, falling into my natural patterns, slinking around, being coy with her, teasing, taunting a little, but not too much, because I try to be tasteful, I go close, but then pull away before she can reach me. I do this a couple times. Twice I feign toward her before going in for the kill. Then it happens, our eyes lock and she is right in front of me. She doesn't know what to do, this is her first time, but I've done this before, I know exactly what I'm doing when I get this close. I know how this game works. I quickly seal the deal and then she's gone. Just another in a long line of people I've fought. She was a fair opponent though. And damn did she have the cutest smile.

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