Owl G

Remember when you used to walk out of the room to have a smoke? You cared for me, you lazy fuck. Sometimes I waste time actually thinking about how life would've been if you'd still be around, if I'd be different. Do you think I'd be as fucked up and still have this disorder in my heart? She tells me that maybe I just can't fill this void with something so great and beautifully massive because of the gap you've left in between. Sometimes I actually think she’s right. But guess what, I know something you don’t anymore. She’s such a marvelous thing to have around, and when you had her, she was only beginning; she’s the brightest star I’m seeing tonight, for the first time in my life. She brightens up my little black heart, but why’d you stay behind? I really hope that whatever you’re doing, you’re doing gracefully, because in the end, what counts, aren’t the battle scars on your body, but the love scars on your heart. I wonder if I’m still your only, or if you have little ones running around all over the Gee garden you’ve got. Mine’s only beginning, but I can honestly say, I’m thankful that you’re not in my life, but merely a thought. I’m really surprised that GPG hasn’t shown up, I’d like to ask him a couple questions. Third generation to live with surpressed memories of something that never was. I’m so glad I don’t know you, and I’m sorry for ignoring you when I’ve come around, but you deserve it. I can write so many things about you, which is awfully weird, seeing as I don’t know shit about you.

Hey thanks for making her life a living hell when you had her, because without those times, she’d have nothing to compare her wonderful life to.