abra KADAVER

Seeing that picture of you kissing her,

And I remember saying to myself,

“I wonder what his lips feel like.”

Finding out became my goal at that moment on. Now I know that and more; and strangely, even though it seemed like exactly what I needed, I somewhat regret it. I don’t wanna be tied down. I don’t wanna have feelings. I don’t wanna care about anyone other than Number One. I was doing such a good job of it, too.

And even though I’m scared to death of the possible repercussions, I don’t want to run away.  I don’t want to get screwed over again.  So why is it that I have every intention of sticking around, just to see what happens?

Even though I know for certain what’s bound to transpire? I have to be right. Everything in this world dies alone.

I’m still trying to decide if a few happy moments are worth even more time being miserable.
My brain tells me they’re not.
What’s weird is, I don’t have a heart. I know this.

So what keeps telling me that those few moments are worth it?