Monday, June 15, 2009
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7:47 PM
I always talk about a guy. New or old. Same shit.
But there's one guy that I never revealed to the world.
He scarred my life. He left more than just a tattoo.
He left me in a whole new understanding.
This feeling. It's not just a feeling. It's like.
I believe, there's no word for this kind of marking.
His name is xxxxxx.
He left me. A year & a half ago.
Not really left. We were never together.
But he moved. Miles away. Such distance.
This based-on-a-true-story crap began w/ me moving outta Bklyn.
& into Queens, Bayside.
6th grade, made new friends, missed the old ones. Lala--`
Every girl practically had a crush on him.
Sounds like those made-up stories, right ? I wish it was.
He was known as the best-looking boy in the school.
Tall, built, Politician-smile, popular, outgoing. His eyes.
My friends all went around liking him. They all got over him eventually.
I didn't even know him. I was new to this whole thing& place.
I hated the new place. The new surroundings.
There were 2 boys always pranking my house, cause' we were the new move-ins.
I found out they both went to my school.
I found out they lived across the street from me.
I found out it was him & his best friend.
I found out, he smoked. He failed. He cut. He stole.
He was a monster. & I couldn't help but like him.
7th grade- We chilled outside the house, I guess.
Him, his bestie & I had dogs. Their dogs- male. Mines- female.
Yes, animal rape was involved. Gangbanging ngrs - -;
8th grade- He was in my Vocal class.
By now, everyone knew I was into him. But not this badly.
Every since we got into the same class, it was like. We never stopped talking.
My ex-best friend had a huge crush on him.
She was really pretty. I was not.
Of course, he went for her. She didn't know I liked him.
She wanted me to encourage him to ask her out. Which never happened.
The shit I went through mentally & emotionally for her.
At one point, she found out I liked him. Madness. War.
But we resolved. We got jealous of each other alot.
Like, when he flirted w/ her, I'd walk away with crinkled eyebrows.
Or when he trapped me so I can't get away from me, she'd start whining about everything.
Summer between 8th & 9th grade.
Him & I had the biggest fights. He told me things that brought my world crumbling.
My family thought I needed help cause' I hardly spoke to anyone over break.
I was depressed beyond the deepest limits.
9th grade- He was in my elective class.
He apologized to me. Always sat next to me.
Took my things away. Teased me. Waiting outside school for me.
Planned to go places w/ me for the first time.
Forced me to go home early so we can chill in the neighborhood.
Used our dogs as excuses to walk around late night.
Invited me to his house & talked about nothing or just plain everything.
10th grade- Same shit. Same shit. More of the flirting.
Less of the sisterly/ brotherly act.
Then. December came. He moved.
Moved. Far. Away.
& Yeah. It's been a year& a half.
I'm almost a senior. & Everyday.
Something would remind me of him.
I liked so many guys, but only lasted like, a week.
But this guy. He was the meaning of forever.
He was the reason why I woke up for school, excited.
He was the reason why I disobeyed my parents to chill w/ him.
He was the reason why my friends thought I was hopeless.
He's the reason why I cried through the nights.
He's the reason why my heart's still beating.
He's the reason why I still believe in love.
Still believe in hope.
He's the reason for my everything.
He's the reason I wait.
He's my happiness.
& He's gone.
Is this why I'm such a bitch to everyone ?
Push everyone away from me. Neglect them. Bitch at them ?
Was it cause` he did that to me ?
He left me stranded by myself.
He left me.
It's been six & a half years.
& I'm still waiting.