BITTER IRONY

I miss you but I know that in the bitter irony of this life, I too am now being punished with the same thing I did to those who were with you. I was the fly in my soup. Just like it is with them, the one I am stuck with has a fat friend. Call it jaded, but that is the fact of the universe, a yin and yang. Every beauty must be equalized with ugliness. It's just a law of the universe. And this is the curse i gave and this is the curse I got.

I miss you anyway. I miss the way you gyrated and even the way you pouted. I miss you, every miniscule part of you. Every fleck of skin you lose I would exchange my life for just to own. I obsess of you. I miss you with every piece of my shattered heart. I miss you. I wish I was yours. I wish you made me mine. I wish.

There are just some things that I guess should not be. One of those things is us. You were mine. I was yours. I dreamed it for what it wasn't. You denied its very existence. Now we are older and wiser and my lie is still there. A regret the size of my hate.

I have grown old beyond my years because of you, and my biological age is still hard at work trying to catch up. I died that day you told me you were pregnant. I will not deny that. I am well into lichdom after the subsequent pains. If a soul could only die.