The
verdict is out. Did you hear that? You feel me? Visiting hours are over. Your exclusive
membership to my mind and body has been revoked. Your access to my
without-you-better-life is terminated. Now go home with your tail between your
legs because you don’t get to contact me anymore. Forget getting back together
as well. In fact, you lost that right some time ago. I used to be open 24/7
like some kind of a pharmacy, but that was before everything bad that ever happened
and now I’m just closed up for good. Yeah, the truth can be a tad bittersweet.
Remember
when I let you touch me? Remember when you owned stock in my heart? At a
certain point, it felt like my body was more yours than it was even mine. You
could do anything you wanted to me. Isn’t that an amazing feeling? Knowing that
someone trusts you so completely you have free rein over them? When you have
this power, you’re not supposed to abuse it. You’re supposed to always have
their best interests at heart and protect your investment. You shouldn’t trade
your stock! Hold onto it, watch it grow in value. You don’t go around gambling
after you have won a lottery, you spend it wisely.
Right.
Why doesn’t it ever work out this way? Why do the people who are supposed to
protect you often end up leaving you for dead? Funny isn’t it? The ones who
promised to protect you from all harm become the weapon themselves? The weapon
with double sided sharp edges.
The Great Depression. The stock market’s terrible right now because of you. People are losing their homes because of your wandering eye.
The Great Depression. The stock market’s terrible right now because of you. People are losing their homes because of your wandering eye.
There was
a time when I accepted everything you said as truth. No questions asked. Why
would I? Had you ever given me reason to doubt you? Your presence was always
met with blazing fireworks, vulnerability and openness. I had no control over
it. Whenever you would appear, I’d just open up for you. Do you even know how
special that is? Why would you ever screw up such a good gig? Take a moment,
Take a bow.
You used
to have all of me and now you have nothing. Not a damn thing. Not even a dirty
fingernail. You could touch my neck/ my butt/ my ear/ my bellybutton whenever
you wanted. You could’ve cried to me on my shoulder and I would’ve been like,
“OMG Hon! What’s wrong? Tell me more!” Everything to nothing in a single
moment. All-acesss pass to blacklisted. From unguarded intimacy to being a
stranger. Surprised?
I had
everything a woman could ask for. Toys of all kinds, a sea of money and a heart
oozing love. I even had a butler for crying out loud. I went and became a hero
for your sake. Did everything you could ever ask for. But no, you settled for
Mr. ‘TWO FACE’d bastard. See, serves you right. The worst part is that you ARE
surprised. “I don’t even get a finger-nail? After all we’ve been through
together?” Um, no. And the fact that you’re surprised, the fact that you think
everything somehow could be okay, makes me more unrelenting in my stance
against you, against us. The only power you’ve left with me is the power to
reject you. And I’m sure as hell not going to let that one go to waste. Don’t
mean to sound villainish, but I could pay a thousand bucks to see you cry. Don’t
worry about me babe, I will meet someone more hotter, more prettier and more
passionate. Someone like the Catwoman. Someone like Anna Hathaway. You go and
watch some Bollywood flick with your guy. Maybe Cocktail or Tashan. So should I sign off
with a “Piss off somewhere else” ?
Your's sincerely
Bruce Wayne
Dude she was dead!!!! Have some mercy
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