| 12. STAG |
| Those brown eyes serenade me to sleep. Those black curls saturate me so deeply. The laugh I'm still missing is now used too many times for guys who aren't listening using dumb pickup lines. Those words we shared we swore we couldn't keep. Those messages you deleted from your machine. The faded glances we stole when we were alone are not excuses to hide behind your preppy phone. It's way too late to apologize. You're way too fake in your disguise. You're way too dull to realize that I've moved on from your childish lies. It's way too late to make amends. I've found a new world. I've met new friends; their names are Heartache and Lonely Night. They keep me company in my demise. The tux is ready. My hair is fixed up nice, the way you said you like it, the way all your friends despise. The tickets are on my dresser to comfort me on my familiar journey as a lonely prom king. The rose is fresh. My pants are steam-pressed. My shoes are polished. Who would've ever guessed? My hands are shaking in anxiety. I'm forever stag, forever unseen. |