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| My Greatest Confession; The Cure inspired me to write this. | |
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| Emmo | Mar 26 2013, 03:16 PM Post #1 |
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What is the greatest confession a person could ever make? It's always been something along the lines of revealing to another deep intimate feelings or it's vocalizing a set of words that has to do with selfishness and hatred. Whatever it's about, I find it completely over-rated when somebody has the idea that the consequences of a confession will ruin the lives of everybody unfortunate enough of being a civilian in the world. That isn't the truth. All confessions alter the mellow current of a present time, but the misfortune comes in the way somebody deals with it, and man, the only reason I won't confess this secret is for that very reason: I'm fearful - no, absolutely horrified at the way they will react when I tell them what needs to be said from my dry, trembling lips. What is going to come out of their plum-like lips and how will their crescent eyes see me when I stand before this fragile being and reveal...My greatest confession? There was a time in which it was so simple for the both of us; we we would sit opposite from one another, singing the chorus of immaturity and child-like behavior as if the world was under our fingertips. We were simply innocent children at the time - why did we have a reason to care about what was to come next? Our only job was to wake up and have the entire universe hand us the gift of safety, education, and happiness, yet, I could see in your chocolate-covered almond eyes that something was terribly wrong. I tried to ignore for I felt that i was perhaps being too judgemental of your character; certainly, one shouldn't jump to conclusions when there wasn't any true evidence to back up a theory, and my darling, you always did a good job of hiding it. You would fill the air with your high-pitched laughter and of course, it was quite evident that your presence would bring joy to those around you because you were always witty and charming. You were the center of attention (you still are) and I was amazed to see such a joyful person in my presence; but, oh, I was so blind to truly see what was going on in your artistic, troublesome mind. Never will I forget the day I realized that your smile, although stretched brilliantly across your soft, crimson face, was nothing but a sorrowful line on your lips that were permanently stapled to the bottom corners of your cheeks; stapled there in perpetuol sorrow. It had to be a lie! You were only out for attention, yes, clearly! Surely, you had a reason to find happiness in your life - you had countless friends to sit beside you and take in your sadness just to convert it into happiness; you gave many countless reasons to sit beside you and pinpoint every great quality about you because you were charming, intelligent, funny, and greatly poetic. Yet, when my eyes caught glance of your sweet eyes looking down on the ground, perhaps begging to Satan to have mercy on your tortured life, the only thing there was for me to do was sit on that god-awful uncomfortable chair, sink into my own skin, and cry...Cry as if I had lost the only friend I ever had at that time. I dared to reach out to you - to hold you down, hug you, grasp you, comfort you - I had to tell you the truth: you are loved, you have friends, there is somebody waiting to love you, that you were different from others, you were needed, you deserved to live...But you left my sight...As if it were some amazing vanishing act, you disappeared from sight, and I was left to find you. Even to this day, I struggle to look for you. It to come to the realization that you are no longer here, but your lack of presence simply kills me; I'm always left to wonder if you're truly okay, and if you're not, I have to wonder: 'what could I do to make it all go away and know that you aren't in harm's way'? I need to know if you will wake up the following days or if you even plan on showing up, because if I can't have these simple requests, I feel myself sinking in agony; you shouldn't do this to me, you shouldn't do this to yourself, you can't go through this - you can't, you can't feel so worthless and you can't feel as though there isn't anybody willing to be there to help there when indeed there is. I'm here. It's hard to explain with my blatant, un-poetic words, but in my eyes, you were someone different from the start; you were amazing, really: you were generous, you were hysterical, you were perfectly charming, well groomed, artistic, and smart; nothing seemed wrong with you, and there still isn't anything bad I need to confess to you because deep in my soul (if I have one) I need to confess something that merely tears me to pieces: you are the first person to make me realize that there are people worth caring about in a world filled with regret, fear, and agitation; I care about you not because of what has happened to you, but because I sincerely like you and wish nothing but the best for you. You deserve what has happened to you; you're simply unappreciative, but everybody has been underappreciated - the poets, the singers, friends, and family that you love the most were perhaps filled with complete negativity that conquered their lives every day, but they went forth and now they inspire us nearly every day. I want to tell you that you deserve another chance at life, that you are wonderful, and that you are loved by many people...Especially me. If there will never be anyone to love or care for you, then I will gladly come to you and surround you with a sea of admiration that you clearly deserve, and I want to tell you that I love you with every fiber of broken heart and soul. But it's too late for you to hear this. |
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