write about proving someone wrong.




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Oh Jim, friend on ethern ways
You went down the straying river of your thoughts to find a topic
And found a shiny stone in the water, and found it was good -
O Lord!
How wrong you were!


Nah, just kidding. Let's see what everyone comes up with, it's a good topic.

Eh, I don't know, but here's a response.

A Broken Light



You sat on the front steps last week, watching the rain, and watching for his grey pickup, hoping to catch that busted head light of his cut a swath of narrow light through the wet night

The rain continued to fall gently on your auburn hair that night as you sat waiting. Do you remember the time he left you at the cleaners as you held a basket of clothes close to your chest? I remember your round face, it turned a crimson red that day when I picked you up as your eyes blinked slowly as if you were in a daze.

The screen door opened with a soft screech as a slender figure jutted a head out through the opened door. You brushed your thick hair out of your wet eyes and conceded the fact that he won’t be coming, that broken light will not be appearing, you were wrong.

-JW

He looked me in the eye
Straight-ahead, emotionless and unknowing he was wrong
I had to laugh for a second
The storm was brewing
It could've been the funniest thing to make him cry
But I just walked away and shrugged my shoulders
Better off for it.

i stood by and watched as you tried to do something they all said would never work out. it was the most helpless i've ever felt. if only i could have warned you and saved you all the time; all the pain. even if i said something i doubt you would have listened and i don't blame you. when something like that comes along it is better to take a chance than to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been.

don't worry though because i won't try and play the whole 'i told you so' card. at this point it would not do any good so what's the use?

now you have learned your lesson and it is time to stop focusing on it because it is not coming back and you don't want it to come back. even perfection can be a bad thing sometimes. i don't even know why you care anymore. it is time to leave the past in the past and stop worrying about it. you have great things ahead of you and it is better to focus on the present and future.

i have said all i can say. it is up to you now and i know you'll make the right choice.

good luck.

I find myself locked inside my room... unknown powers have trapped me here to punish me for a crime I'm not sure I ever commited.
No court, no trial; a sentence and a narrow hallway leading to my cell. I hear the key being turned behind me, I'm
Stop. Stop me before I go on telling even more lies. You don't even have to say anything, just promise that you'll never disappear from the surface of my perception.
Peripherise along my life. Listen. Assure. Be amazed... accept my naive love.
Cause what I give you is not more than that. Don't ever think of us as equals. Friends. Lovers...
You are the one that I can love so that I have something to focus on... I'm afraid of living to much on the loose... where would I lead myself? I'm frightened of the places I have already been to... and I feel how they're dragging me closer when I don't have anyone to anchor me.
You are the one that I can love so that I can live on with my self-created image of perfection. I will prove my love in 1000 ways, each more romantic, passionate, creative, true and amazing than the one before. So sweet that I can hear your teeth breaking when I only think about it.
You are the one to love me, cause this is what I need so desperately to keep me from falling apart more and more everyday.
You are so innocent... you love so honest. But please do not ever believe that I do the same.
There is no door. No cell. No key.

well, here we are. don't tell me i didn't warn you. when it slowly began to turn into something else i cried, alarmed. you took the risk and dragged me with you. when the urge became too hard to bare i cried again, "release me", i begged. but you would just keep on doing your thing, regardless of me, of my dispair - i still don't know if out of innocence or wickedness, or just pure evil enjoyment, the sadist... "beware of the poison, it all ends in poison", i whispered, breathless, while you just sucked out more and more of the remaining strength. now you can feel it, too, don't you? the bitterness, i mean. now you finally see me - i've been seeing you for a while, now... i can tell by your disgusted look that you don't like what you see, huh? "remember when i told you? remember..." i vomit between sobs. see, you don't love me. you never did. i told you so. i told you so.

it's been stewing in the back of my mind for a while, wondering if and when and will you and how- when i know that you won't. i'm already playing through the scenarios in my head- the reaction, the fall-out, the numbness, the analogies to be drawn. the rain on the perfect day comes from doing nothing at all. will you prove me wrong? you have no idea how much insight i'll draw from this small gesture or lack of.
for once, i wish i was wrong.

someone make this weeks.