Our Lives Together Became a Work of Fiction…

And, unfortunately, happily ever AFTER didn’t come as the ENDING!!!

Our lives together became a work of fiction, because, unlike how I’d, originally thought we’d belonged to and with one another, boy, oh boy, oh B-O-Y, was I, DEAD wrong!

like this???  Not my photograph…

Our lives together became a work of fiction, as it should, and, it’d also turned into, a suspense novel, with all the elements of MURDER, and all that good stuff too.

Our lives together became a work of fiction, that, is how “we” (oh wait a second, there was NEVER one!) ended, before we’d ever even gotten the chance to meet, face to FACE, and, this, is a horror story, that didn’t end well for you, but as for me, I’d already found the happily EVER after (plus a day extra!) I damn well deserved here.

or all of these???  Still NOT my photograph…

Our lives together became a work of fiction, we were NEVER supposed to meet (or rather, we met!), and, just like the plots of all fitting stories, with a beginning, a middle, and an end, I’d walked from the beginning of this work of fiction our lives together became, into the middle, and now I had, finally reached, the E-N-D!

El F-I-N!!!  (that’s “the end” in Spanish, for those of you interest in knowing that is…)

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An Article of Clothings, a Short Prose

Rationalizing here!  Translated…

This article of clothing was originally bought for the sake of going out.  Later, the colors faded, and she’d started, wearing it at home, she’d worn it for over a decade now, and so, she believed, that the shirt was, more than worthy of its cost.  Later on, he didn’t choose her, she’d once thought sorrowfully, if they didn’t have the affinities, then, why did the heavens make them meet up?  But now, she’d not felt this way anymore, he’d made her remembered their times together for over a decade’s time, she felt, that it’s been, more than worth it, that she’d, met up with him.

something like this, it’s washed too many yimes, and yet, you can’t throw it away, beacuse of how “comfortable” it is…photo from online…

So, this, is how value is “assigned” to the things and relationships you’re involved in, based off of the purpose of the item or the relationship, and how long, you’d, used it, or been engaged in it, this is still, a sort of self-deception, because this woman still hadn’t DEALT with her broken heart yet.

Lived Our Lives in Agony

Misery still loves company, doesn’t it???

We’d, lived our lives in agony, side-by-side, and sometimes, my agony would get in the way of your better days, and bring them back down, and sometimes, your agony would, put a damper on my originally brighter moments too.

Lived our lives in agony, side-by-side, agony had become, this vital part of this life we’d, come to share, and although we both knew, it wasn’t good for us, but, neither one of us was willing to, take it out, because we didn’t like changes.

happening almost daily, not my photograph

Lived our lives in agony, side-by-side, and now, I’d, finally had it with all of this, agony, and you too, maybe, without the agony, you would be better suited for me, but, agony was, that common thread, that’s, bound us to one another.

Lived our lives in agony, side-by-side, I don’t know why, but I’m thinking that this, isn’t, good for me one bit, and yet, I can’t find enough motivations, to take that first step toward changing this ditch situation I got stuck in.

The Desolate Land of Love…

We’d, found ourselves, in the desolate land of love, with NO way out, we were, both, STUCK, in this, trying, binding loveless, relationship of ours…

The desolate land of love, it’d, locked us both in, and, despite our best efforts to, break free from it, we couldn’t, because, we couldn’t, disconnect from one another emotionally, not just yet, at least.

a place that looked like this…NOT my photograph…a desolate world 的圖片結果

In this desolate land of love, nothing IS growing, everything became either black, OR gray, with this, lackluster, without the warm sunshine.  The desolate land of love, this, is what love turned into, a HUGE prison, and we both kept at our separate corners, until the bell rung, and then, we BOX it out with each other, punches get thrown, someone took a step backwards, with the other, taking advantage of the situation.

The desolate land of love, I don’t want to live here no more, nothing that’s living is here, and, if I stay, I’ll soon, join the DEAD too, and, I don’t want to die, NOT just yet!!!

like this???  Not my illustration…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wine Glass, a Short Prose

Looking back, perhaps, she had, fallen for him, but, she doesn’t feel that way, now that he wanted a softer place to land!  Translated…what her heart looked like, as she’d gone to his wedding…not my photo…

On his birthday party, he announced he was getting married soon.  Her hands slipped, the wine glass shattered to the ground, making the sound resembling that of a heart breaking.  Everybody thought she had a crush on him, that she’d felt impacted, that, was why she’d, dropped the glass, and so, they’d started, gossiping about her after they finished their meals.  She’d come to the understanding, that if she’d explained herself, it’d only make things worse, so, she’d not said anything.  Several years later, he became unhappy in his marriage, and rang her doorbell, and wanted a soft place to land with her, she’d told him, that she’d not liked him one bit.  Naturally, he’d not believed her.  And so, she’d told him, that she’s, with someone now, and showed him a photo.  Then, he’d, turned around and left, he’d, believed in the lie she’d told him.

what his heart looked like, after he was divorced from his wife…shattered heart 的圖片結果not my picture…

So, maybe, this woman wanted this man who should’ve chosen her to marry suffer, that, was why, she’d turned him away, or maybe, years had gone by, and what she felt for him, was no more, or maybe, she’d come to her senses, in realizing, that what she felt towards him was only, a crush, that it wasn’t ever going to last…and this man showed what a LOSER he was, searching for a soft place to land with this woman who’d shattered her wine glass at his wedding.

Stringed Together, an Entire World…

The thoughts, they’d, stringed together, made, an entire world, a world, that’s, nobody else’s, but my own!  Stringed together, an entire world, such an amusement that would be, wouldn’t it?  To see how a world is, connected, by nothing but these, fragile, fragmented, thoughts, that may, or may not be, related to one another at all.

like this???  Not my photo…

 

Stringed together, an entire world, we had, we’d, made our, separate connections, started out, from the opposite ends, not knowing, we’re meant to, meet up, right here, in the middle, but once we had, we’d become, completely, enmeshed, and, couldn’t, break free from the grips of each other!  It’d become, too difficult, to live like this, I can’t, stand it anymore!

Stringed together, an entire world, how things get, connected, by one shared sentiment, how two complete strangers, with absolutely NOTHING in common, but meeting, for one moment in time, by the twisted hand of fate, are now, intertwined, and too tangled together, to even, separate………

like this???  Not my photo still…

Stringed together, an entire world, and yet, look, at just, how fragile, these two worlds held together, by that, solitary string is, you can, break everything apart, by using that pair of, not too sharp scissors, and just, cut!  Then, everything, fall, together, into, that huge, bundle of, a big M-E-S-S!!!

 

 

 

 

 

You’re Still, the BEST I Ever Had…

Uh-oh, is that, someone, CRAWLING back???  Oh, it’s Y-O-U………

You’re still, the BEST I ever had, ever since you and I broke up, I’d, dated quite often, only to realize, that NONE of my dates were, enough, to “satisfy” (and, EWWWWWWWW!!!) me the way you were able to.

moments like these, already, in the past, photo from online…

You’re still, the BEST I ever had, and now, I don’t have you anymore, I’d, done you wrong, one time too many, and, you’d, figured me out, and, you won’t, take me back again.  I can’t help but wonder, why?  Why won’t you, take me back, like you’d done from before?

You’re still, the BEST I ever had, and I can’t live without you.  Without you, I’d, lost my purpose in life, I walk around, from day to day, like zombie, just, going through the motions of my days, without, actually, being “here”…

And, I’d, let you, slip away, and, now, I’m, regretting it, more than ever, as I can’t find anybody else, to sleep next to me, someone who’ll, keep me, warm, through these, cold, drafty, wintry nights.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Uh-oh, is that, someone, CRAWLING back???  Oh, it’s Y-O-U………

You’re still, the BEST I ever had, ever since you and I broke up, I’d, dated quite often, only to realize, that NONE of my dates were, enough, to “satisfy” (and, EWWWWWWWW!!!) me the way you were able to.

You’re still, the BEST I ever had, and now, I don’t have you anymore, I’d, done you wrong, one time too many, and, you’d, figured me out, and, you won’t, take me back again.  I can’t help but wonder, why?  Why won’t you, take me back, like you’d done from before?

You’re still, the BEST I ever had, and I can’t live without you.  Without you, I’d, lost my purpose in life, I walk around, from day to day, like zombie, just, going through the motions of my days, without, actually, being “here”…

And, I’d, let you, slip away, and, now, I’m, regretting it, more than ever, as I can’t find anybody else, to sleep next to me, someone who’ll, keep me, warm, through these, cold, drafty, wintry nights.