I would like to write you something pretty. But the truth is all the pretty words have escaped me. I would love to enchant you with sentences depicting gorgeous metaphors and imagery that you could nearly touch with the bare hand. Impossible. I've become unglued.
Being unglued isn't easy to become. First, you must have been broken in the first place. Then, of course, you must be refastened together. And lastly, you must get so overheated and worked up that you fall apart at the seems again.
Frustrated, self loathing, pained. I brought all this on myself. It's my doing. My UNdoing.
In a frantic hurry, I tried quickly piecing back all the lost parts. An arm here, a leg there, a borrowed heart, and a broken smile. Wrong. Horrible. Disfigured. Cast away, to the side.
Hate. Hate for a creature that haunts me. He watches me as I sleep, hears every word I mutter even under my breath, and stares back at me in the looking glass. How pathetic he is to have came unglued. I do not own him. He is no friend of mine.
There was a time long ago where I could look at the little fellow with fond eyes. He laid broken and alone. I had love for him then! He were in pieces, but you couldn't tell by looking at him. He wasn't afraid of what was to come of him. He didn't care. And one day he heard laughter in the other room and it delighted him. He wanted very much to be apart of it, so he glued himself back together - doing a shitty job at it too - and then entered the parlor of all the pretty people with their pretty faces, their pretty laughter, and their pretty words. Horrid!! What a monster! A grotesque representation of human life form! A ken to Frankenstien's Child! A wraith who will forever now roam oblivion, laughter and pretty words still echoing in his borrowed heart...
A borrowed heart will never beat for you, it will only beat for them.
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wow.
you know at the beginning when you said you wanted to write something pretty.
well i think youve accomplished that without even realizing it.
this was a brilliant peice & im so sorry this has happened to you & him.
ive had this happen to me before
but of course.
he didnt have the same expirience.
so sorry for everything! -
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Thank you so much, it means a lot to me. But what has happened has happened, and 'we' cannot change that. What 'we' can do is just hope for a brighter tomorrow. Thanks again!
-Mr. Frankenstein's Child himself
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