2004-08-02 - 12:06 a.m.
have a nice life (Juliet).
She screams.
What provoked this sudden interest in conversation? You come and go with the trade winds. You’re never on time and you don’t seem to accept responsibility for your actions. I never did get the full story of where you’ve been all this time. I must admit, I was caught off guard so you had time to bound my hands and gag my throat. I tried not to be cynical or to sound angry but I want you hurt. I want you scarred and sacrificed too.
It’s not like I haven’t thought about you since January. I didn’t just take the replica down from my shelf, wrap it in newspaper, and put it in a trunk with other once loved memories. I’ve wondered if you still listen to the mix tape I made you for your birthday. You didn't really like it as much as you said though, did you?
It rains.
So it comes out. You’re lonely. You’re unaided and afraid. Welcome to the fallout you fucking boy scout. This one wasn’t in the handbook, this particular story hasn’t been heard before. You know, I hope one day we can put this all behind us and we can both forget about each other. I hope you grow up and ----- a ---- from your town so you don't have to give a fuck about me. Isn't that what you wanted in the first place?
Or are you under the everlasting impression that I still want to walk beside you down alley ways and have political dicussions in your basement? I don't believe you mentioned that when we gave our ultimatums. You never included all the details when you apologized.
He breaks.
I'm here to tell you. It is your fault. It's your fault I've been listening to empty phone lines for months. It's your fault we're walking thin ice and we forgot how to talk. It's your fucking fault you don't know she loves you and that we still cared about excuses up until a month ago.
You once said that some people didn't have a reason to scream. I think everyone has a reason and that's why I'm writing you this; because I never really could scream at you.
