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How could you do that?
To me, to us, to what we were
I thought we were going to be forever
But all you are boy, it's now or never
How could you not see through all these years
All these fears
These tears don't go, wiped away
You don't understand
You didn't see that she did it to me
I never wanted to hurt you
Baby, it's just a misunderstanding
Oh-ho, you gotta get out, get out and go
I don't want to hear it boy
You said you were my everything
Then I saw her take your hand
Don't think I didn't see what you did behind my back
And now you're knocking at my door
I never want to hear from you again
Boy, you're gone to me
Baby, don't you see
I never wanted her the way I wanted you
You're my everything
You say you saw everything but what you didn't see
She forced it on me
I never wanted this, you just don't understand
How could you think I was that guy?
Oh-ho, you gotta get out, get out a
Even after all those years.
All those losses.
Losses by a mere child.
An orphan at that.
He stayed by your side.
He stayed loyal.
Even when you were degraded to mere theft.
You were as different as can be.
And yet you are still together.
Through the paranoia and the fear.
The hate and the lies.
The betrayal and the manipulation.
Now, as he dies you feel alone.
You don't know what to do.
You try to forget but know you never will.
When all is dark and you are alone
You break down.
You would never admit it.
Not to him
Not to anyone
But he was your best and only friend.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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