I've seen and heard more than I wanted. I've been used and manipulated, by someone I believed cared for me. I was trusted and disapointed, I was happy and minutes ago I was sad. Yesterday, I was complex and today I just feel empty. To see and admire than just a bare Nike band on your curly black hair makes you look like a God from the Olympus, and that even thought venenom rushes through my veins eveytime you smile and get what you want from me, I can't put a stop.
You seem this perfect Ken, one that was named River. He had black hair, green eyes and some freckles, just like you. He was always my favorite, he was my protagonist in every game and I used to sleep with him beside me (and my favorite stuffed animal) all the time. But he was just a doll that was always the prince, the football player, the rockstar, the scientist, timid guy, the poet and the funny one. He had lots of barbie couples, and he was just perfect. Seeing a connection somewhere?
Tonight I'm going to doze with my sleeping pills. Sleeping pills who would knock me into the depths of my dreams, swimming around the thoughts I won't remember tomorrow, just because I can't keep on listening that ringtone in which my stomach turns into nothing with your pressure to obtain me using threatens and sensual strategical phrazes.
Cold nostalgia chills me to the bone of your memory,and I will quote once more:
"I do not miss you. I miss the person I thought you were."
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