The Ripped Soul

Went to the Cineleisure today after getting 2 days worth of MC. And a shitload of pills.

Watched Gran Torino. Wasn't too bad. Spent the afternoon shopping with mom, that wasn't so bad either.

Movie ended, walked out to the washroom that seemed all too familiar.

Bypassed the shops with piercings and temporary tattoos, remembered that day when I waited there for you.

Went in, did my business in the same cubicle we went into.

No, I didn't cry.

But the memory of it all still lingered.

Your fingers on me, in my hair, your breath on my neck, the feel of your tongue, the taste of your lips.. the feeling of the cold hard tiles against my back. Womanizer playing in the background. Watching out for people outside as we ran out like naughty little teenagers..

We were in love, we really were.
I know I was.

The tears don't fall anymore.

Doesn't mean my heart doesn't break at the memory of you and knowing I'll never have it again like I used to before.