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May. 17th, 2010
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May. 17th, 2010 10:33 pmYou.
I tried to love you. I really did. You were my best friend when I was growing up. You were my constant companion. You were there for my first body piercing, my first 40 oz, my first bag of pot. You introduced me to my first homeless, my first crazy stranger. You let me lay my hands on history. I have been in your underground, I was a the top of your grandest heights.
I have pressed my flesh across every square inch of you. I have breathed your air, drank your water, and eaten your dirt.
I have been your madness, your avatar, your host.
I laid still in your embrace. I loved you, I let you love me back.
...
Things have changed. You're not the same. I'm not the same. You are no longer the wonder and beauty of a face of madness and chaos that I cherished for so much of my life. The ground has gone sour. You have become a lover that is cruel and cold and abusive.
I cannot be with you any longer.
I've found... I've found another. This isn't some fling, like the one from Canada, or the one from the west coast. This is... this one is healthy. This one speaks to me. This one sings a song I think I can sing along to. I think she's going to love me. I think I'm going to love her.
I have full faith we're going to treat each other right. We're going to be gentle, positive, respectful.
The more time I spend with her, the more I realize how beautiful she is, and how bitter you've become.
I can't change you, I can't make you what you once was. I can't force you to love me, no matter how hard I tried. I tried, oh god how I tried.
You're just not right for me anymore. I've changed. I need something better. I want something better.
I don't blame you for this. This is your nature. Snakes will bite, scorpions will sting. You're that crazy redheaded bitch with the tattoos and piercings and the need to fuck me when you're drunk. And yeah, it was good, oh it was hot. But I've grown up. I need more, I demand more.
Goodbye my love. This ends now. Don't blame yourself. For fuck's sake, I know you. You won't blame yourself for a moment. You'll move on to the next angry punk rock kid in a spikey jacket. You're seduce him. You'll be that awesome cougar. You'll do your thing. I will be a memory, a bitter taste in the back of your throat.
The feeling's mutual. But hey, we can try to be friends right? Maybe we'll stay in contact, right? Let's do coffee sometime.
Just... give me space, okay? Owe me that at least.
And try not to be a cunt. She's nice to me. If you love me, like you've always claimed, you'll be happy for me. You can do that right?
Maybe when the dust is settled, and we can look back on all of this and laugh, I'll introduce you to her. Maybe if you guys get along, you can become good friends.
Maybe.
Goodbye New York. Hello Philly.
Sincerely,
Me.
I tried to love you. I really did. You were my best friend when I was growing up. You were my constant companion. You were there for my first body piercing, my first 40 oz, my first bag of pot. You introduced me to my first homeless, my first crazy stranger. You let me lay my hands on history. I have been in your underground, I was a the top of your grandest heights.
I have pressed my flesh across every square inch of you. I have breathed your air, drank your water, and eaten your dirt.
I have been your madness, your avatar, your host.
I laid still in your embrace. I loved you, I let you love me back.
...
Things have changed. You're not the same. I'm not the same. You are no longer the wonder and beauty of a face of madness and chaos that I cherished for so much of my life. The ground has gone sour. You have become a lover that is cruel and cold and abusive.
I cannot be with you any longer.
I've found... I've found another. This isn't some fling, like the one from Canada, or the one from the west coast. This is... this one is healthy. This one speaks to me. This one sings a song I think I can sing along to. I think she's going to love me. I think I'm going to love her.
I have full faith we're going to treat each other right. We're going to be gentle, positive, respectful.
The more time I spend with her, the more I realize how beautiful she is, and how bitter you've become.
I can't change you, I can't make you what you once was. I can't force you to love me, no matter how hard I tried. I tried, oh god how I tried.
You're just not right for me anymore. I've changed. I need something better. I want something better.
I don't blame you for this. This is your nature. Snakes will bite, scorpions will sting. You're that crazy redheaded bitch with the tattoos and piercings and the need to fuck me when you're drunk. And yeah, it was good, oh it was hot. But I've grown up. I need more, I demand more.
Goodbye my love. This ends now. Don't blame yourself. For fuck's sake, I know you. You won't blame yourself for a moment. You'll move on to the next angry punk rock kid in a spikey jacket. You're seduce him. You'll be that awesome cougar. You'll do your thing. I will be a memory, a bitter taste in the back of your throat.
The feeling's mutual. But hey, we can try to be friends right? Maybe we'll stay in contact, right? Let's do coffee sometime.
Just... give me space, okay? Owe me that at least.
And try not to be a cunt. She's nice to me. If you love me, like you've always claimed, you'll be happy for me. You can do that right?
Maybe when the dust is settled, and we can look back on all of this and laugh, I'll introduce you to her. Maybe if you guys get along, you can become good friends.
Maybe.
Goodbye New York. Hello Philly.
Sincerely,
Me.