Waiting

Sad yet humourous stream of consciousness about how it feels to wait for your love

            I sit on this bench everyday and I'd like to think that someday, he would return like he promised. But the hard and direct meat of it is that we shall never meet again. In fact, I bet right at this very moment, as I sit here talking to you on this frigid piece of lumber he's laughing. Damn it he's laughing. Do you know how much it takes for me to laugh? Oh I bet he just throws out chuckles like there's no tomorrow, while I sit here and mope about like a teenager's old masturbation rag. Tell me, how the hell is this fair? I bet he’s smoking right now while watching some sort of porn. Just puffing away at those damn Cubans and watching some incredibly flexible girl take a c**k in her ear. No wonder I cannot get his attention, I used to barley let him pop me in my bum when we were together, while there are some girls out there who lets guys cop them between their t*****s!

            I wonder if he ever thinks about me, because I damn sure think about him. I think about him all the time really; in the shower, when I comb my hair, when I’m hungry, whenever I get angry. I think that’s the worst of it really, the anger.  Because this anger it isn’t normal anger, this anger is the type of anger where you throw your tabby against the wall for not using its new scentless litter. It’s the type of anger where you choose not to bathe for three days because you want to torture people with your natural stench. It’s this terrible encroaching anger where your blood boils just thinking of the damn b*****d then subsides when you know that he probably feels nothing but pity towards you. Then afterward you feel like a piece of s**t for not being cared about while smelling like a Hitler’s niece’s rotting vagina and feeling like a complete d****e when your cat is meowing pitiful little moans in the corner just because he didn’t trust the litter.

Yes, so I’ll sit here and wait. Maybe one day he’ll actually come. Then we could laugh together, once again. And I can say sorry for all the rotten things I’ve done to him. Then we he could take me in his arms, just like in the movies and we’ll make passionate ear sex in his flat. Maybe…………….People always tell me to stop waiting for him, that he’s not worth all my trouble. But he is, he has to be, or why the hell would I wait everyday at 4:37 on the dot for the b*****d? My mother always told me that love is fleeting, yet at the same time, she told me good things come to those who wait. Therefore I assimilated them. I will wait for him to love every girl, man, dog, or magazine he chooses and I’ll hope to God while he’s gallivanting that it’s fleeting. But when he comes back he’ll answer to me, because I waited. Something he is too immature and void of true feelings to do for me. I’ll wait and be forgiven. But while I’m waiting I must relearn how to laugh on my own again.

           

Reviews

[MJ Lougheed]

Needs a little copy editing, but that's what copy editors are for, eh. Strong writing overall, but I'd like to see some sort of change in the narrator, some sort of character development. It draws you in, but then it just ends without anything really happening. Still, some people would love that kind of non-ending. So much of writing is subjective, I suppose. And reading.

Keep up the writing though, definitely! I'm 23, but my writing isn't nearly as audacious as yours. writers should never be afraid. Look at Stephen King. He got famous by writing about things that make people really uncomfortable. So there you have it.

Good luck! I'll definitely be reading more of your stuff.

[Joe_VILOT_]

nice kinda effed up about hitler's niece O) not that i have any mutual warmth towards OL' Mustachio
Heil! I think not.
Guttentag from th uk and will do some of my own scribble delirium.

[greenpen]

Good grief. that's lively stuff for a 16 year old girl. WTF is ear sex? Sounds like you've done a whole heap of living already that I can't match:-( How does a girl take a c**k in the ear? Sounds mighty painful to me; but then, I'm not a girl.

[Christian Renz]

Amazing! This is the first piece i've read by you, but if all of your writing is so talented, i'll deffinintly be reading more! Great job, and good luck.