"good job, homeboy"

gadistlena

she hates it, but I admire your guts

Electerrifying, but well, it is true. You proved to us that you are the world's best _______. The way you asked her to kneel before you; you grabbed her head and stomped on her face, after that you left her counting those countless missed calls on her phone, countless countless countless voice messages and you got her reading all the text messages that came in like those exciting trending hashtags timelines on twitter. Her tears dropped over the bruises on her face. You said you're sorry, and that you care, but yet you twisted your words and make it seem like she's the one at fault. Man, it messes with her head real good. Excellent work. Bravo.

Respect,

gadistlena

empty your pockets now, put in whatever is mine

It's like strolling in a city that is rich with history and culture with your most amazing, most loyal companion. Only that they don't carry misery in their bags and pockets like you do. They stop to eat and you just watch.

They go inside a boutique, and you stand outside, watching them browsing and trying on clothes through the glass window. Then you wish, if only they had misery in their bags and pockets like you do, you can keep on strolling, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the city, together, without feeling left out.

Love,
gadistlena

and now, I am the one riding in the backseat

We listen to crappy music. Everyone sings along to them and it's surprisingly fun. The car never stops if anyone wants a cigarette. I get to watch the empty backdrop on the other side of the window instead of having to help tell the driver that the light is red. I get to make fun of the army of clouds being pushed away by the notorious wind.

Last night, I watched you sleep. You were having those nightmares again. Oh darling, if I had the power to chase them away, I would. I reached for your hair, and for the first time, I touched you and blood drained out of my fingers. Then you stopped muttering. That put a smile on me; a confused smile of satisfaction and disgust. I love you, I whispered.

She is driving tonight. I'm cool with it. Since it is not her time to die, yet. Let her, let her.

Love,
gadistlena