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Was I supposed to do a “Read More” thing on that last post?
I don’t care, it was beautiful.
They still think
You were my girlfriend
I let them think it
I don’t care anymore
If it makes them feel better
Fine, let them talk.
It does make them feel better
I know it does
Your mother asked me outright
If you were a virgin
She looked so scared
I took a shot at it and lied
Any mother but yours would have hit me
When I said that I’d taken that from you
But she just looked so relieved
Cried and hugged me
Thanked me, even
How messed up is that?
I walked away
Feeling sick again
Remembering
I remember what you said to me
Asking if there was something wrong with you
I told you of course not
I said you’d find the right guy
Or girl
I didn’t judge
You never talked about that
You talked about it then.
You told me that you didn’t want to do that
You told me that
You never wanted that
Not with anyone
You’d looked things up
And enjoyed none of it.
I said some people just don’t like watching it
You shook your head
You told me you didn’t want to do it
Started to cry
I held you
I told you it was alright
You never had to do it
If you didn’t want to
You asked again if there was something wrong with you
I said of course not
How could there be?
Look at you.
Too amazing to be flawed.
They still think I was your boyfriend
And I let them think that
We were just as close, weren’t we?
Your mother got up at the talking part
The part where they talk about you
She thanked me
She thanked me in front of everyone
For being your boyfriend
I edited out the first syllable in my head
Thanked her back
And cried a bit more.
I’ve been crying so much these days.
They say boys shouldn’t cry
But nobody judges me for it
After all,
You were my “girlfriend”.
I’m entitled to it.
God, that’s so self-centered.
I’m entitled.
That’s how I feel, though
I’m supposed to be hating the pity
Wishing things were back to normal
I tell people I wish it were normal
But I don’t
I’m glad they treat me weird
They should
I get some sick satisfaction from the pity
The world hasn’t just kept on
Nothing’s normal anymore
Good, they shouldn’t be acting normal
And as your best friend
And your “boyfriend”
I take advantage of every free pass
That this is getting me.
I think I could hit the principal
And he wouldn’t even say a word
But I won’t do that
Because I know that he feels just as sick
And he doesn’t get that pity
That I’m enjoying.
He was your friend too, right?
You’re not supposed to be friends with the principal
But you were, you always were
He was like a second dad to you
You told me that, once
I believed you
I saw the way he smiled at you
It was never inappropriate
It wasn’t a smile that would make someone nervous
Just a friendly smile and a wave
A how-do-you-do
Like a man from the 50’s
A cheery old-fashioned family vaules kind of smile.
He hasn’t been smiling much lately.
You know your mom is suing him?
Not him, not really
But he takes it so personally
She’s suing the school
Of course she is
It’s their fault
How many times did we play with that wall
Take the loose bricks out and play catch
Tell the teachers it wobbled
We kicked that wall
Sat on top of it
Played near it every day
They knew it was unstable
We told them
And they never did a thing
Until it fell.
So your mom is suing the school
And the principal
And I’ve been watching them both
Trying to keep them both sane
Trying to make them better
But there’s nobody to make me better
Not anymore.
The worst thing is
No matter how much has changed now
No matter the space where that wall was
No matter the black clothes
The pity
No matter all of that it’s still too normal
I have to get up every morning
And every morning it’s a shock again
I forget every night
Dream about you
And then I wake up and I know
It’s killing me
God, it’s killing me.
I have to find out that you’re gone
Every morning
And wash the tears off while I shower
Feeling dead.
They still think that you were my girlfriend
And I will never explain
How you were so much less
And so much more
You died a virgin and you wanted to
I never touched you that way
I never even thought of you that way
But I cry every morning
Knowing that if you had been my girlfriend
I could not have loved you more deeply
We could never have been more close
Romance is its own creature
Separate from sex
You taught me that
The girls I did date,
It was drama and tension
Good days and bad days
But with you it was only good days
I loved you as more than a high school romance
I loved you as a soul mate
A second half
An irreplaceable part of me
And I can still feel the hole
Where you were ripped away.
I miss you so much
I feel so empty that I just want to be sad
So that I can feel something
And then finally I feel sad
And I wish I felt empty
I hate this
I hate everything
I hate myself
I hate your mother
I hate having to lie
It doesn’t matter it has never mattered why does it matter
You were not my girlfriend, well thank god
I never wanted to take your clothes off and touch
I wanted to do it to every other girl on the planet
But not you
Never you
Like the opposite of “I only have eyes for you”
I had eyes for everyone but you
And you didn’t mind
God, you were relieved.
I never touched you and it doesn’t matter
What matters is that I loved you
I loved you so deeply and strongly
And I miss you twice as much as that.
Come home
Oh god, please come home
Your mom doesn’t leave the house
I buy her groceries and talk to her every day
You were all she had
She pretends to be okay but she’s not
She’s so dead now and it’s scary
I can’t lose her too
She’s my last link to you
The only person I can face when it gets to the worst
Because this broke her just as much as it broke me
I hate her sometimes
But I hate smiles more
False condolences and normality and going on
She’s stuck just like me
We’re stuck together
Two pieces of a puzzle commiserating
Over the loss of one we both bordered on
I went to the principal’s house the other day
We did that a few times, remember?
You were closer to him than me
But I went anyway
We talked about you
We watched a movie
Some stupid mindless movie
An action movie
For two hours we pretended to watch a movie
And I felt less alone
We felt less alone
And then the movie was over
And I had to go home
And leave him behind
And leave you behind.
Its only now I realize why you two were friends
Nobody knew you
The people at school talk so much
But nobody knew you and I only know it now
You must have been so lonely
Why did you never tell me you were lonely?
Me and the principal
And maybe Tony but we don’t talk
Were we your only friends?
God
God damn you
Just god damn you for not telling me
And for lying to your mother and
For making me feel like this and
God damn you for dying
I hate you
I hate you how could you do this to me I hate you
I just want to hug you right now I hate you
I hate you I hate you I miss you I love you I hate you
I need to hear your voice so bad
Why is that too much to ask?
This is supposed to be a stupid wonderful amazing universe
With all this life and I think therefore I am and all these stars
And the one thing I want more than anything
Never again
I just need to talk to you
I need it more than I need air
And I can feel it slowly killing me
Like all the air is gone.
I went out with a girl the other day
I just saw one and wanted her and went to her
I asked her to dinner and treated her nice
And then we had sex in my car
You wouldn’t have liked her
She wasn’t friendly or even interesting
You would ask me why I took her out
And I would explain to you that
It fills a hole for me
A hole that you never had
Lucky you
But I needed to be close to someone
And it’s so much harder to ask a stranger for a hug
Than it is to ask them for sex.
Of course, if you were here to ask
I never would have taken her out
I was okay with just you
Curling up to watch movies
There was something so warm
So beautiful about the way we were emotionally
That I was okay with not doing anything physically
I could keep it to myself, a personal thing
A little burden like your periods
Just a body need
Because it was the warmth I wanted
And you had so much of it
Everything I needed.
The sex was good
I didn’t want it to be good, I wanted to feel dirty
But she knew what she was doing
And it felt so god damn good
That the next morning I was ashamed
Like I was replacing you
Or proving it was better to have sex
But I could never love that girl
The way I loved you.
Who am I kidding
I’m not kidding myself anymore
That’s a new low even I won’t put up with my lies
You were my girlfriend
You were always my girlfriend
And damn all the people who dictate what that entails
Not touching you wasn’t what broke us apart
What broke us apart was you,
Dying.