One Day Too Late

Dating Death

Harmony's P.O.V-

 February 14

Dating Death  

  I have a new boy friend

And his name is death 

With every stolen kiss 

He takes away my breath 

When that final moment comes

He'll kiss me one last time 

I'll take that kiss, turn around 

And kiss the world good-bye

It's funny. For the first time since he left, I'm not sad. Well, yeah I am sad, I'm always sad. Depressed is the correct word. But today, I didn't look at him and think, I miss him. I looked at him and saw him for what he really was. He was smart. I mean, why would anyone actually love me? He probably felt sorry for me. And then he got bored. He probably dated me just so he could feel good about himself. You know, help the charity case emo girl. My epiphany came out of no where. I was just lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling sorry for myself, when I started imagining a perfect life. So I could pretend I wasn't so lonely you know? I could never get it right though, I always imagined Brandon without his smile. He never smiled when he was preppy, not really. It was so forced. But when it was just us, he was so different. I guess I forgot how he used to smile, I haven't seen it in forever. So in my day dream, he somehow manages to wear that preppy sneer instead of his soft smile. And then it hit me, he was never the guy I imagined him as. That's all it was, my imagination. He was always the preppy, never the guy I thought he was, the guy I wanted him to be. He never loved me. 

The lies he told 

The fairy tales he sold 

I bought them like an addict 

Always falling for his tricks 

My eyes were blind  

Deceptions intertwined 

He left me helpless, falling apart

I had to pay the price, and he chose my heart

I see the truth now, he was never the knight in shining armor. He was the cruelly beautiful dragon, charring me into nothing but ash. Ash that the wind has blown everywhere. And now with my heart scattered among the winds, I think it's time to tell you this. If I killed myself, it wouldn't do much. I'm already dead inside. 

Oh, Echo. Did she really think she was never good enough for him? I wish he had told her the truth, I wish he had been able to get over himself and accept being loved. He hurt himself almost as much as he hurt Echo by leaving her. What's the point in that? 

I wish she could have heard what Brandon said, I wish she could have understood that he did love her. But most of all, I wish Echo would have talked to me about any of it, all of it. I wish she could have been able to trust me like I trusted her. All those times, when I came to her crying, how many of those times did she have to ignore her own tears to dry mine? 

I guess when you play the game of life, everyone ends up hurt.