| ○ speedometers & cigarettes ( @ 2007-02-08 19:23:00 |
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| Current music: | "Miseinen"-Gazette |
| Entry tags: | drabble, free reign, original |
Ignition with a Gun;; “You don‘t know me.” And yet I do. “You were a fucking waste of my time.” Yet you’re making it easier to pull the trigger. “I thought I loved you.” Never said it but the hints were a flattering thought to hold in this keep sake heart. Didn’t know how easy it’d be to leave you or cut the threads until there was nothing left but the blunt edge of bone/sinew/muscle---it was just so much easier to see things through to the very end with nothing separating us but that half a yard. Ten Paces to bring you to me and five more to run. Too bad you didn’t make it and I was left with the caution tape, incriminating evidence and documented police reports. “Why‘d you do it?” Because I thought I loved you.