Two Movie Tickets…

There was, that movie we both wanted to go see, and, I took the liberty, to pre-order the tickets, and yet, I’d, never gone, to see it, with you!

Two movie tickets, they’d, become, yellowed through time, and, they’re, still there, inside that original envelope that they’d come in when I first bought them.

查看來源圖片like, these???  Image found online…

Two movie tickets, we’d, never gotten the opportunities, to go see that “must-see” movie for us both, remember how excited we once were, when it’d, finally come out, we’d, watched the previews on the T.V. commercials, and, saw the segments of it, as we’d, gone to see another movie, remember? And now, those two tickets became, a SORE sort of a reminder, of how easily, things, go to waste!

The two movie tickets, became metaphor of you, of me, it’d become, outdated, the movie had, gone off screen, having run for a couple of weeks, and, everybody who’d, wanted to see it, had already, seen it, save for the both of us…

Two movie tickets, that, was what our love was, reduced to, how odd, that something that was, once so precious, to you and I, can get reduced, to very, quickly, to something, that became, totally, outdated! Two movie tickets, that, is perhaps, what, our love, became: outdated, shown too many times that it’d, grown, old.

breaking up  的圖片結果the one, left behind…photo from online…

Two movie tickets, I still got ‘em here, saved, inside my wallet, don’t know why? Perhaps, to remind myself, to NEVER fall for someone like you again, who knows……………

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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If You Don’t Love Me…

If you don’t love me, then, don’t hold me, set me free, it wouldn’t be fair, to me, or you, to keep me, hangin’ ‘round! If you don’t love me, just say it already!!!

If you don’t love me, why you still, lettin’ me hang ‘round you, huh? And, shouldn’t we, just break it off, for once, and for all, instead, of, getting comfortable with each other’s bodies? If you don’t love me, just say the word, and I’ll see, where I go from here. But you can’t, you’re, too addicted, to this feeling of ecstasy that you feel when you get into my body, aren’t you???

If you don’t love me, and love’s been, dead, AND gone, buried, TEN-FEET under (‘cuz six feet ain’t deep enough???) many, many, many years ago. If you don’t love me, then, why you still come back ‘round, whenever life beats you down? Because I’m that safe place for you, that you feel, warm and taken care of in? And what makes you believe, that I am, always, going to be, the door that stays open, 24/7, just in case you needed to come and score some, huh???

If you don’t love me, just cut the ties already, oh wait, because you can’t, cut the ties, therefore, I MUST, because that, is how much respect I have, for me, and loving you, would not, be respecting ME enough, and I got, too much SELF-RESPECT, to love anybody like Y-O-U!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Your Promise, on My Right Hand…

Your promise, on my right hand, the gold on the band had, lost, its lusters, day by day, through the, wear and tear of this marriage already…

Your promise, on my right hand, does it, still, stand? I mean, do you love me, like you used to, like how we were, at the very start? For some reasons, I don’t, feel as much of the passions you used to hold for me anymore for some reasons.

like this???  Photo from online…taking off her wedding band 的圖片結果

Your promise, on my right hand, why do I still keep your promise on my right hand? You’d, already, ABANDONED my promise on your left hand, so maybe, it’s time, I’d, set myself free too??? Your promise, on my right hand, I shouldn’t, allow it, to weigh me or tie me down, but, I do………

Your promise, on my right hand, I don’t want it, and, slowly, that promise you’d, broken, became, nothing BUT a piece of DECORATION, a piece, of COLD jewelry on my right hand, and I’m slowly, realizing, that I shouldn’t, throw away a piece of GOLD jewelry (you DO realize, how much gold are going for these days, right???), just because the promises you made to love me eternally, broke!

and here’s, that long-awaited, DIVORCE ceremony…photo from online still…

divorce ceremony 的圖片結果and in, 3, 2, 1…

The Monsters of Our Lost Love

It’d, attacked us, repeatedly, and we ain’t done a thing to it!!! The monster of our lost love, it’d been, lurking behind us, readied itself, to attack us, to catch us off-guard, since god knows only when!

The monster of our lost love, we were the ones, who’d, given birth to it, with our love, it’s just, that through the progressions of time, this monster got bigger, bigger, and bigger, until, neither one of us, can contain it, and, it’d, attacked us, its, keepers…

killing love 的圖片結果like this???  Found online…

The monsters of our lost love, I’d used the Excalibur of your love, tried, to slay it, but, it’d bitten down on the sword, and, broke it, into million little, bits and pieces, then, it’d, attacked me!

The monsters of our lost love, we’d, kept and raised them up, without one another’s knowing, and, we’d, used them, to HURT each other when we got angry, thinking that, there’d only be, the dead corpses of monsters that we’d had to, clean up afterwards, that no harm would, come to us both, but, we were, DEAD wrong.

headstone for love 的圖片結果what happened to our love…photo from online…

The monsters of our lost love, well, we’d done all we could, to tame it, and when they couldn’t be tamed, we’d, slain them, as many as we could, but the number just, keeps on, growing, growing, growing, and the monsters took up the space that love used to live, between us………

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…)

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.