The Fool's Toy



            Alright look, so you are this precautious bitch who figures she has everything she needs in life no?


            No, no, look don’t deny it, don’t sit there and tell me I’m wrong, you know I’m right your just too offended to realize what I am saying is the truth.


            But it’s cool though, you hate me because I don’t like you and when I’m alone your enticing pheromones call to me and you’ll layer yourself on me like a 50 cent hooker calling for love, of course I’ll take you up on your offer but this you don’t realize, I’m not making you the “booty call” that’s all something you’ve done by yourself. So yeah like I was saying, when I am alone you’ll be the first to come bother me and this you know. It really funny though, no seriously it is; there was this one time, you had asked me some stupid question(s) and it was weird because we are so distant you know? But yeah, so you asked me this question about why I don’t like you and what I think about you.


            Okay coolio dude, fine, I answered so what? But here’s the thing, I responded to your question(s) in a most formal matter and told you why I dislike you and what I think about you. Here’s the most hilarious part though, as I began telling you, you started to get angry, I could tell because your smiling face soon transformed to dismay, horror, and then best of all anger. To top it all off you raised your hand to me in the midst of my point and slapped me square across the face, your impact echoed. I looked at you unharmed, almost as if pain exceeded my senses and boy did you start to tremble.

            Sure I could have gotten up from my chair and pulled your hair, kissed you and slit your caramel throat but alas I was the better person, the adult. Your trembling became so serious that you ended up spinning yourself into a seizure, so look at you now, now you’re stuck in a coma, Happy?


            I’m not here to say I miss you or anything like that, I just brought you some flowers and came to say… I loathe you.”


            By the time she opened her eyes I was already gone and on with life and my new boyfriend in the pleasurable peace of spring, ironic isn’t it? To her realization, the flowers I brought she was allergic to, so of course the kiss was tainted too. Idiot…

1 comment:

  1. "To her realization, the flowers I brought she was allergic to, so of course the kiss was tainted too." Freakin' epic. Fer serious.

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