The Courtship

At first it was stolen glances. Our eyes would meet, I would hold my gaze unable to look away-I would not show weakness.

It was the nineties. Other things with prettier colors and more defined features held my attention-though even through my stereotypes of girls like her,I still stole kisses behind sheds, on the dead tracks, in abandoned buildings and hidden deep in the woods. She would show up every now and again and I'd let her hang out. Who was I to judge? In a way I was no better.

The millennium came quickly! Here I was in the parking lot of a closed Denny's the violet smoke circling my brain, snowflakes as big as my fist plummeting down. No where to go, nothing else to do. We were hanging out in the back of a celebrity I remember your lips tasted like sweet lemons.

After that we did not run into each other until the night SHE died...

You were good to me that night. You punched me in the face, numbed the shock and finally sung me a somber lulling tale until I passed out dreamless.

We became fuck buddies for a while. We met at clubs, you loved eighties music, gritty industrial, sweet melodic goth and dark wave, you even liked my hip-hop and gangster rap. Dance we did. Often and serious. I rarely bright you home but, often I fell asleep tasting you on my lips.

I don't know when you started sleeping over. It seems one day I woke up and you were just there. You sorta moved in without me looking and you just never left.

It would seem you were more obsessed with me than I with you. You showed up with my friends, dated my boyfriend and my brother. You were just there.

Lately it occurred to me that we are toxic to each other. I do foolish things when I'm with you. Things that you always tell me to blame on you. Your reputation can handle it you say. I can't just hide in your shame anymore. It's not fair to you and it defiantly is not fair to me or my family. I just can't do it. I hate the midnight sneaking and all of the deception I have caused because of you. No more. Please leave kindly and take your baggage with you.

I wish you the best. I will never judge you or look down on you. I accept you as you accepted me. I will think of you often and cherish the good memories as I loathe the bad. It is what it is. We are what we are.

We are no more.

Cheers,

Prost,

Good-bye.


-Adree Does Eat