neverloveyouless

hello? maybe there are too many things i’ve been waiting to say. ___ hello robert. you don't have to call me back, but i wanted to tell you that i love you. i love you and that messy printing you always use to write the inaccurate equations that lead to my heart. i love you and the beautiful mess you are that smiles when i pick up trash in my pretty pink dress that i say makes me look fat but you tell me that i never could because i am as thin as the ice that covers me when you aren't around. i love you even though you never answer your phone; even though i've been calling you for years and you never left me any messages. 
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[A girl is sitting on a chair. The light slowly appears upon her.] [She raises her head] Hello…You must be wondering what I am doing here…on this dusty shelf… [Looks around her] Well my "Real-Person" put me here…You're one of them too, aren't you? [She squints at the audience] Yes…you're real! [She looks excited.] Will you take me home? I am so lonely… and the dust isn't very good for my curls. [She pats her curly hair] I used to be brushed every day… [Sigh] Samantha was my Real-Person. She would tell me she loved me everyday and dress me up…that was [Frown] until that other Real-Person, called Father, left. Samantha was so sad that day

[Lights up--the stage is blank. Elaine enters stage right.] ELAINE. Hi! I'm Elaine, and this is a play! [A beat.] Well, it's going to be a play. I'm not even a real character, just an abstract conceptualization of the character I might be. A creative placeholder, you could say. That's a mouthful, though, so you can just call me Elaine. [Enter Steven, stage left.] STEVEN. Because a play about writing a play, with the characters onstage acting out the process, hasn't ever been done before. ELAINE. [To audience] As you can see, the writer's a bit of a cynic. STEVEN. It's not my fault they've seen this a million times before. ELA

[I want to be remembered just like you want to be forgotten.] 01. Your pupils remind me of ink splotches. The blacks melting into the milky browns, pupils that could be perfectly round but aren't. I'd like to think they look almost heart-shaped.                                 But then again, you're not the one in love. - 02. You told me once, that the hardest thing to do in life is to walk away from something you care about. But what if I told you it gets easy if you say you

whisper the notes of my name until I fade into tomorrow and when I disappear into the rising sun, remember that I always loved you