personal f***ing rant 14

  • we taught history together




    and i remember my youthful brain, buzzing with emotion and wondered


    ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ?

    ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด

    ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด

    ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ...


    and my friends unknowingly make jokes about how ๐˜ช was your little starlet


    the way we glittered like a hundred thousand princess cut diamonds in the dimmest rooms


    -


    my schoolgirl crush poorly covered up the trauma from the previous year


    like a white sheet over a newly discovered corpse on a windy day


    i think i knew someday it would catch up to me


    and as quick as you came, you were gone


    ๐˜ช ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ...


    A's became C's


    my schedule became absolutely fucked


    friends became foes


    strangers became judgemental


    angry glares from the woman you call your wife, furiousness hiding behind the mask of a counselor


    -


    you remain my biggest failure


    my one and only regret in my lifetime


    hypotheticals sing to me like morning doves


    ๐˜ช ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ, ๐˜ช'๐˜ฎ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ


    scenarios float in my mind like balloons in the sky above Disney World


    ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ. ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.


    lyrics change themselves, melodies contort to the memory of you


    ๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ช ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ


    -


    i became a tutor after we were forced apart by a not-so-happy ending


    i guess you could say we both had kids, the same ones


    and they'd tell stories of your antics, unaware of our past


    i sit and try paste on my best smile, but the glue dried too quickly


    at least i tried.








    we taught history together until we became a part of it

    "i'm just a child,

    but i'm not above violence."

    -ethel cain, "family tree"

    (find salvation in the plastic)

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