More like DOES SHE EVER GET THE BOY?

This ruined puzzle
is beige with the pieces
all face down.

So the placing goes slowly.
The pictures of anything
other than it's meant to be.

But the hours they creep
The patterns repeat
Don't be concerned
You know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "Don't Go" (don't go)

But I've hidden a note
It's pressed between pages that
you've marked to find your way back.
It says......
"Does he ever get the girl? "
But what if the pages stay pressed
The chapters unfinished
The stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

This basement's a coffin
I'm buried alive
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.

'Cause you're gone
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh
I never said goodbye.

But I've hidden a note
It's pressed between pages
That you've marked to find your way back
It says...
"Does he ever get the girl?"
But I've hidden a note
That's pressed between pages
That you'll read if you're so inclined
Does he ever get the girl?

But the hours they creep
The patterns repeat
Don't be concerned
I know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "Don't Go" (don't go)

Does he ever get the girl?

I'm

sleeping the next couple of weeks away til I adapt to the idea that he's dead in my life.

I can't stop the question in my head..."What happened?"

How do you love someone so much you let go of what we had? I love another, and I always will, but I would never throw away what we had for it because of how wonderful it was. It made sense. We got along, we agreed, we have the same goals, we both have personal relationships with God and were both bringing our relationships with him and putting them on the table, and we made each other laugh. WE MADE EACH OTHER LAUGH. That's so important.

I don't know. The whole situation makes me fucking sick to my stomach. What makes me so sick is that earlier in the night that he made the decision, he came over. He met my mom and my sister, and my dogs. We kissed bye. I thought we were ok being that HE wanted to come over. It was HIS idea. "I wanted to see you." Oh, ok. Well fuck you. You can't have your cake and eat it too.

I just wanna throw up due to the nausea of it all and sleep.