My tone didn't stay high for long.
because I remember the day you told me that you were leaving.
Not forever
But for 3 months
To achieve your dreams
We fought that night.
I screamed at you.
You said you were scared.
You said that you thought that you would loose me.
I launched my phone at you.
And a single tear fell down your face.
You walked over to me.
And you hugged me.
You told me that you loved me.
But then the next morning I awoke to empty
Tear stained sheets.
The phone calls we had
It was like the start.
The phone bill was massive again.
I don't understand what went wrong.
I still don't
The ending was the worst part.
I thought we were still going strong.
still full of life
The problem is Michael.
We were the perfect match
Mummy's Little bad, bad boy
And
Daddy's Little good girl
And that's why we burnt out.
We lasted a year though Michael.
Fucking Hell.
I still love you now.
I would do it all over again.
I could feel the end was coming
Even though I thought we were doing alright
We lasted you leaving for tour.
When you got back.
You wanted me.
Your smile was so full of Lust.
I waited for you at the airport.
With a girl named Carly.
Sweet girl.
Real sweet.
She was a luke girl.
I waited almost 2 hours for you.
And when you walked through them doors
The airport Roared.
But you had your eyes on me.
Everyone Aww'ed.
How cute is that Michael wants his girlfriend?
WANTS.
It was cute at first
but you didn't want cute.
You wanted to feel something
Something you hadn't felt in a long time
This was the moment you had been waiting for.
Almost a year.
You had seen me Naked
Plenty of times
But Never like this.
You didn't care what Damage you did.
You wanted it Fast.
I can't speak anymore.
Tears were pouring
They wept as well.
Did you?
Michael did you?
Did you cry.
as you heard how much it tore me down?
I didn't think so.
I'd be rambling on for hours now.
And I knew it was time.
And finally I looked up.
And
It was like it was always there
The inevitable fate.
My inevitable fate.
I sighed
And looked straight into the camera.
And whispered a sorry.
One more tear fell down
My ever so delicate porcelain skin.
Before
I smiled
And I told them Michael
I told them
How my story ended
And I told them it was your turn.
Your turn to cry and beg for forgiveness.
I then laughed
And tugged on the rope.
But the truth is I was already dead.
You murdered
Me along time ago.
