sad things i thought up. (long, long ago)

i am that last piece of paper in the end of your notebook that you scribble on to get the ink in your pen going.i am the last peg at the end of your clothesline that you never use because you don’t have that many socks.

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i am that last chip in a bag of chips that always gets crushed by the other chips and crumbles into small little pieces that gets stuck in the bottom corner of the bag.

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i am that last small piece of ice that melted too slow and gets swallowed and has to endure the pain of getting digested by stomach acid.i am the bracelet you thought was cool, but stopped wearing.

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i am that pair of wooden chopsticks that you hope to break perfectly in the middle, but then gets ruined and gets put back in the box of other chopsticks so you can try to break another pair more evenly.

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i am that last piece of pistachio nut whose opening is too small to be pried open by fingernails, and gets thrown away.

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i am that one corrupt song that you downloaded and gets deleted immediately.

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i am that last baby tooth to fall from your mouth that makes you look like the witch from the cinderella movie.

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i am that bottle of water you left in the car too long and got warm so you have to throw it away ’cause you think it’s icky.

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i am the typo you make when chatting and writing emails you wished you corrected.

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i am that one and only page in your book that has that folded line because you wanted to bookmark where you last read because you haven’t bought a real bookmark yet and now you do.

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i am that guy you see who’s too scared to talk to you when you say hi because i think you’re beautiful and i don’t deserve you so i just reply with “weh”.

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i am the guy who regretted not talking with you, and now has to live with the constant replayed thought of the moment when i just said “weh”.

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i am that one card within a deck of cards that has the tables and instructions on how to play, that you never read or use.

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i am that last piece of gummy bear that you never got to eat because ants got to me first.

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i am the memory of your child’s laughter that you can’t remember because she died several years ago from you beating her because you were drunk.

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i am that old man sitting in the park alone, mumbling to himself, because he couldn’t find true love.

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i am the next door widow, who fell down and died from a concussion and nobody noticed for months until the house burned down from an exploding light bulb that was left on.

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i am your guardian angel, whom you have forsaken, but still lingers on to protect you from all harm and sadness

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“this was saved as a draft, so i decided to post it up for no reason whatsoever.”

~ by deartragedy on November 27, 2010.