there are reasons why i left you.

And then I’ve made it to her door and it’s like I’ve made it to her door with no warning.  What the fuck is this?  A door?  Whose fucking door is this?  How did I get here and wasn’t I just in my car?  And what the fuck do I do now.  And has she seen me yet and can I just leave.  Just slip away quietly.  Leave a note taped to her door.  I was here, briefly, but I had to leave.  I didn’t want to go but I have just now remembered there is something else I need to do.  I didn’t want to go but I suddenly cannot make my hand lift from my side, make my finger press this lighted button doorbell.  I will leave her a note and I will put it in list format.  Bullet points: there are reasons why I left you.  Number one.  Number two.  She will get this list and she will read it and maybe she will understand.  It will be a very comprehensive list; she will have to understand.  I will do everything I can to make sure she understands.  I will sign my name: Ricky.  And by the way I sign my name, she will understand.

27 October 2011 ·

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  1. scrivovivo posted this

hello, i write things.

<-- this is my face.