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[amorysky]

She was a fictitious damsel that crossed my heart with promises so fake its interior would crack before that last word met the period. She was an artist in the ways that her lies made me crave her words more than her truths...

Ian Fox

[amorysky]

There is no worse feeling than wanting something out of your control. When she smiled i wondered if it was because his jokes were funnier than mine. When she adjusted her hair when he walked in i felt like part of the background molding into a wall just a viewer in the epic romance. The true pain was in knowing that when she erupted in happiness explaining him to me i felt an undercurrent of happiness for her even at the expense of mine.

Ian Fox

[amorysky]

The reality was too loud to escape as horns blared, passing voices screamed in glee, and the pulse of the city began to come alive like sticks to a snare dribbling to fruition. He was late and the packed crowd that occupied the streets didn’t care. They were too busy enjoying the precipice of the incoming darkness when schoolgirls got interesting and cowardly lions lent themselves to a bit of liquid courage, all filled with wonder on the break of discovering an evening.

Ian Fox (excerpt from December's Descent)

[amorysky]

Sometimes all you have to do is close your eyes and your back there again he thought frustrated with himself. A cold collection of thoughts based somewhere within the spring of yesteryear. There were bees buzzing, a light wind to carry the birth of butterflies, and a pool to dive in to depths the imagination had yet to conquer.

Ian Fox (excerpt from December's Descent) 

[amorysky]

"As a kid i saw the damsels in distress tied up at railroad tracks and thought a real genius would leave a deadly adhesive on the rope and a note in the form of duck tape over her lips that read "no happy endings here"."

Ian Fox

[amorysky]

A Pleasant Fiction... 01.25.13

Me: You didn't choose me. Fair and square...he didn't have more money than me, he wasn't that much better looking (laughs), in fact he was all the things your prince charming would be. And (stutters) and i was the guy in the background, the guy that faded out with the nostalgic music...in fact, in fact i can still remember the remnants of the tune. Commentary read and i quote...."your not the one, lonely boy loses to knight in shining armor by way of knockout via blunt force trauma to the chest. (sighs) I'd be lying if i said i didn't still feel the wound. Now (lifts glass of bourbon), now your here (motions it to her). And you ask me why. Why what?

Her: Why didn't you stop me...

Me: (stares with a look of shock coated with anger) Stop you? (drinks the remainder of glass) You left me there standing in some form of precipitation like a school boy while you walked away with him. (stands) In our spot of all places, i should've killed him (pauses)...no...i should've killed you...

Her: You let me go (begins to cry). You didn't even put of a fight. You practically handed me to him. I remember now, i remember now what you said after all this time. "So it's him huh....have a good life." Have a good life? All you left me with was a cue and a smug expression like i was some stuffed rabbit you lost at a carnival.

Me: (sits) You made a choice. It was that simple. Why should i have to fight for someone who didn't have the good sense to choose me...You Know i always knew it would come to that. You always wanted me to come rushing through the door, hair soaked, pride in hand, heart on my shoulder...exposed.

Her: Honest. Truly honest for the first time. I wanted you to give all the secrets you kept hidden away stuffed with childhood ambitions and hints of romantic security i know deep, deep in that sunken titanic of a vessel that you keep, i wanted us to be together. Whole for the first time...

Me: (turns away) So who gave up on who then...i didn't run i was right there. You left. And now you tell me that you wanted the impossible, the impractical...

Her: (stops crying as a reality sinks in).....

Me: And now look at me....... We were on the premise of something beautiful you and i. I will never be capable of that ever again, at least not like we had it. Not so....

Her: (looks up) Electric...

[amorysky]

Ian: I turned bad so she'd notice me, and now she can't stand the look of me. Something about conflict of character. But then again she is supposed to understand me, that that's not me. This, this little game we are playing...its twisted, cold, and completely unfair for the knowledgable party. I did learn one lesson. Me, i change for nobody. Not even the queen of my close but unpredictable future.