Its odd I suppose, I post this out into the World. Wide. Web,
hoping someone will see it,
and come to rescue me from myself.
Right now, I am longing for a certain person to see it
and know that I am talking about him
crying out to him.
But he wont, I know that.
Its been to shorter time for me to seriously believe that this was anything
but somehow I have.
And I feel empty and souless.
It wasn't anything to begin with,
two drunken bodies entangled and unaware.
People filled the room but we had no worries
an awkward morning followed, and we parted.
Then we started talking again, like nothing had happened,
like it should have been,
we talked for what seemed like forever, about everything and nothing.
Then fate brought us together in competition.
You won may I add,
but we seemed to be joyful in each others company.
The next week, the same.
Back home, at reality, we remained close.
I thought you were interested.
You said 'yes' way too many times.
Evenings, events followed.
Until the night it all fell apart.
I picked you up and we entered the house together
and remained by each others side till quite late.
Until you exclaimed how gorgeous she was,
and proceeded to text her all night,
while sitting upon my knee.
I felt hate.
And hurt.
Did you mean this?
Did you know what you were doing?
So now I'm left here,
talking to my new best friend.
The World. Wide. Web.