When you'd zig, I'd zag, when you'd take, I'd grab it back. You would nod, I'd then shake, while you were sleeping I'd stand over you, awake. We were opposite yet so alike; You cry I laugh, subtract I add, you drop I catch, you bend I snap, I zig you zag; I zigzag. Your ultimatum was domination, to succumb or suffer. You could touch her, but break the structure, you wish you were tougher. Bowing down only to conform to rules you made to serve you. Always demanding subservience, wanted me to live under your influence. So that's what I won't do. You won't ever break me like you wish to do. I'm bulletproof, only around you, because I resent you Dad, obviously not like an ex, but I resent the fact that you exist and that you brought me into this world. The day after you found out about the people I loved, you brought me with you to work on your farm, It was horrible and It was your "punishment". Little did you know that no physical punishment's pain can amount to the pain that I felt when I found out I could never see Roy again.
It only got worse from there; Tuesday night, day two of working long hours on your farm, you went through my phone more and found a text message between me and Roy where I was mad at him and asked him "why do treat me like a toy instead of a human being??". There was no context needed for that one and it was already bad enough as it was. I remember that one of the lies I told you was that I only pretended to be gay to impress my friends, and you believed me for the most part. So I guess when you saw that particular text you were shocked about what me and him were doing. I just couldn't understand why you could possibly even have the ability to hate someone that much just because of who they liked. You told me I was so far gone that I was going to burn in hell for eternity, that my entire life was a mistake, maybe so, but the best things in life are often mistakes. When you zig, I zag, when you take, I grab. You've caused me so much pain and regret and heartache that I still zigzag on midnights like this.
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Midnights Like This
RomanceOur minds work differently at midnight, sometimes we think about what could be, tomorrow. Sometimes we think about what could've been, ages ago. Sometimes we think about what we could do to change to next day, and sometimes there's just no going bac...
