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Because of you...

by Flashy 

Posted: 04 July 2005
Word Count: 483
Summary: When things implode, explode...and afterwards you wonder why.*re-posted*

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When things implode, explode...and afterwards you wonder why.

Because of you…I’ve renamed all my days.

Monday is now hate day. And when I wake, the first thing I think of is you. I am consumed with hate for you and for the things you have or I think you have done. On this hate day I talk to myself and let out my frustration through stifled agonised screams…I say the word why a lot and I punch vacant air, slap walls and pound wooden doorframes…I hope sincerely these aren’t a substitute for your face.

Tuesday is forgiveness day and on forgiveness day I chide myself for thinking all the negative things I thought about you on hate day, I smile incredulously and laugh out loud and say to myself, ‘No, no one could be capable of doing the things that have been running rampant through my fucked up mind.’ And on this day I worry about what will become of you and of course I regret all the things I have said and done and again of course I don’t forgive myself… only you.

Wednesday is missing day, this is the day when I wonder what I have done, and ponder the devastation of life without even that little bit of you. Even though I’m not entirely convinced you did not do what you are accused of…my God how I’m still going to miss you.

Thursday is why day, and indeed why did it all come down to this…why? On this day I retrace all the steps leading up to this...yes this is a kind of bedlam, there were a thousand warning signs along the way, and a thousand alarm bells…all ignored…why? Well because it was you.

Friday is what if day? And I know deep down I’m deluding myself with this dream, but for a while it seemed so good, so real and what if is a recurring theme in my head on this day. What didn’t I do or say…did I miss the chance of having something really special…and again…and again… what if…what if…what if?

Saturday is empty day, numbness has taken over, listless and apathetic my body tries to come to terms with this perpetual tumult and reacts by giving in. Motionless in body but frenetic in mind…thoughts throughout the week come together and spiral and twist in my mind, truths, lies, accusations and illusions merge and meld and in the end not one is different from the other.

And because of this…

Sunday is paranoia day, a day when my mind lapses into narcoleptic trance whenever I think of you, and during these spells of stupor I hear cruel whispers and the mocking laughter no one wants or can bear to hear. All the negative doubts return and I can’t make out what is and isn’t you.

And of course because of this Monday is…

All because of you.

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Deborah at 17:28 on 10 October 2005  Report this post
Loved it.
empathised wholehearedly with everything in it.
Jolly bloody well done

Flashy at 08:29 on 11 October 2005  Report this post
Hi Deborah

Thank you for the kind comments


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