I always thought I'd win her back after a few years. I thought we were destined to rule the world together; just her and I against this cold world, but I was wrong. All this time, I was simply being played a fool by my own imagination. Ignorance is truly bliss.
I had always looked down on those poor souls who couldn't move on from their former better halves, without the thought of taking a peek at my own reflection on the muddy waters I had drowned myself in. Ironic, that I'd give advice to those around me on how not to dwell on former lovers and not care to give head to mother nature's law of attraction. I should've known it would all come down to this...something a lot more painful than the after sex sadness a prison inmate would get after dropping the soap: "I want nothing to do with you, Linda," she said, stretching out each syllable for me to hear...to get the message in my intoxicated skull.
She was always the type of dame who enjoyed the sexual banter, innuendos and anecdotes that I threw her way. She was the type of woman, I'd contemplate a "happily-ever-after" with. She was the type of lady, I'd make sweet love with, to old LP's of the Beetles, Rolling Stones and many more. The type of girl, a little kid wouldn't jerk off to, but write poems about.
She used to be the ocean my ship and its crew would sail, through treacherous storms in an attempt to find the treasures which lay beneath its waters. Now, my crew is dead and my ship has been sunk. I'm stranded on an island with nothing, but drugs, porn and music which only makes me cry for more. I did everything could, but she has still brought me to my knees.
That said, I'd like to wish her good luck on all her future endeavours and let her know that this will be the last she hears me cry her name to Aphrodite (the Goddess of Love). Goodbye...
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