|
By Thoughtfull Date: 2003 Aug 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.18.11.35.16652]] |
|
The truth lies somewhere between the words on this screen and the memories behind them. I can paint you so much more black and white than you were. One straight line pointing to you as the heart shattering villain. Another line lies parallel that leads to you the misunderstood saint. The truth is somewhere floating above the middle- unattainable to either of us. Though I have heard through the third parties we confide in how pure and easy to read this all is. The people who "hate" me "for what I have done to you" and the opposing parties who think you are "an asshole" who broke me down. Is everyone right? Am I manufacturing poems and prose on an Internet website to show the anonymous readers how terrible it all was and how valiently I rose above? Does any girl admit she was less the pristine princess and more the evil queen? Or do I compose the truth as I know it when I spout off condemnation and crucify your name in bars between shots with other similarly situated females? Can it be so simple as to say the man did not love me or he wouldn't have ever And no one knows about the beautiful moments the evil queen and the dark lord share. How once, they had stayed in bed talking till two in the afternoon. How they shared a deep affinity for cheesecake, pugs, and Survivor. And how he could make her laugh harder than anyone and how he will never find another kiss like hers. Can either of our characters be so purely black in spirit when we can still laugh together and admit that, if there was such a thing as love, we might be able to replicate it one day? Perhaps the villan can be found lurking instead in the setting and the plot. The circumstances that some cynical director of life threw at us as if we were cast in some hidden camera reality show "Will they make it?" We couldn't. That much is true. And I could type all afternoon and compose the most beautiful endings to our tale but when the sun sets this evening I will not ride off into it with you. |