FalseHonesty

"You do know that each cigarette shortens your life span by a day?" I told him as the smoke billowed out from his mouth. "That's such bullshit." He laughed and shook his head. "I'm serious. Keep smoking at your rate and you'll be dead before me. Please don't make me watch you die." At this, he flicked his half-smoked cigarette off the balcony and turned to me. "You never know what could happen. Anything could happen. How do you know I'm going to be the first to go? Or that we'll even be together when the time comes?" I just stood and watched him talk, staring at his lips as each word escaped them, remembering how they used to taste. Swe

It's never been about "if", it's always been about "when". I am not naive, I know that everything has an end. Time is a persisting fear, an ever-present factor. Everything becomes a memory, from a photo, to words, to laughter. As I stared at pictures on the wall, with the echo of the clock in my ear, I felt like I was withering, suddenly I felt a tear. Endings, constantly near. The faces had changed, some names I struggled to remember, people that left all together. December. November. October. September. Let's go backwards, let's rewind. Let's put a stop to time's constant torture on my mind. These mementos, cherished at the mo

I am not jealous of a single human being. Not one. I'm jealous of birds. That's right, birds. Every time I go for a walk and look up at the sky, or glimpse out the window of a car and catch one gliding on the wind, I get this tinge of extreme envy. How amazing it must feel to fly. How amazing it must feel to go wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted. The adventures I would have if I was able to fly like the birds. The freedom would be infinite. But I'm human. Humans cannot fly. I may have been envious of the birds, but I also admired their beauty and grace. The admiration, sadly, was not enough to overcome the envy. My bird jealou

 Just tell me why and I will be on my way. I'll walk out that door and I'll never come back through it again. When you told me why, I wished I had never asked. You didn't do it on purpose. You had to. You didn't want to leave. I couldn't utter a single response. My lip trembled from holding back the tears. I kept my end of the bargain. I left you there, standing in the middle of your living room with your eyes down at the floor. You were not going to hear from me again. In our final moment, you couldn't even make eye contact with me. You couldn't even give me one last look into your soul, that perfect soul. I began my walk home. E

They say that all is fair in love and war. They're wrong. Whoever said that obviously never fought a war in order to keep love. But I have. My enemy was strong. It had cunning tactics, remarkable manipulation skills, and brute strength. Enemies with such determination as my foe are forces that cannot be stopped. They will stop at nothing to have love as their own. I had no weapons and no means of defense. My allies had turned against me. I was not prepared for the relentless attack this beast unleashed upon me. I was helpless. I fought with everything I had in order to keep love as mine, but it was taken from me. I had love in my grasp; it

You say she doesn't understand. Her possessive habit makes her ignorant. You don't know my intentions, but neither does she. You've always trusted me. She must think every one of us is the same. Let me tell you, I am different. I enjoy a challenge. There was no challenge with you though; you refused to obey her demands. You said it was no way to live. I didn't feel bad; you almost gave her up to keep me. How far exactly does her power go? I was always thinking positive. She can be selfish. You have too much patience. I guess you honestly think things will improve. You're not an idiot, but you are blind. Let's not worry about what the others

 Slowly raising my head up to look to the right of me, I saw him sitting there. I immediately hopped up from the bench. Where did he come from? I didn't even hear him walking over here. My expression turned to one of agitation. "Get away from me!" My anger was apparent. He just stared. "You're just going to sit there and stare at me? Fuck you. Fuck everything about you. I should have killed you while you were at my house, I should of fucking killed you after you shot me in the arm!" Everything I was feeling was coming out in outbursts. He did not even seem alarmed and his face remained like stone. I noticed that his hair looked damp, and his

The rest of the ride to the hardware store was relatively quiet, which I was happy for. I understood completely about how this man would be so curious as to the condition I was in. I looked downright filthy, and a little psychotic. He could ask all he wanted, hell, even beg, and I was not going to tell him a thing. Strangely, I was calm. It had been a risky move getting into a car alone with this person in the first place. I had figured it would not really matter anyways; soon enough I may just find myself in prison for life. Obvious reckless behavior and disregard for my own well-being may have suggested I would just go at this all out, not