he was the golden boy of his family. The favorite son. But after a year it felt like he was your worst regret.

it started off sweet, he was perfect, so gentle, he was all at once…then it faded to black. He took his cigarettes and his note books back the other night after a fight.

we haven’t spoken since. I’ve seen him drunk girls surrounding him at parties, flirting..begging for his attention. I wondered if he liked it, or freak out cause he always hated attention or maybe got sad because of us…I left before he did I didn’t know if he went back to his dorm

its been a week, I’ve been playing it safe, I wanted to talk to him say “stay, never mind okay.” I didn’t mean it plus he’s changed. Not a lot. But enough. He’s distant. He’s thrown this away. All my fantasies disappear

I can’t believe it’s been a year of this. I’ve lost a year. He called the other night I didn’t answer I thought of so many ways to say “hey, what if I took your call as more then just a call..as writings on the wall” he’s built a cage, I’ve changed too. I felt different. I looked different.

maybe it was him and his dark magic messing with me. The hallucinations, the shame, the guilt I have and felt. It’s been a year but I didn’t want anyone to know about this…and our pain.

I was in my dorm, balling my eyes out. I was so angry. “I told him so many things!” I yelled I regretted everything I said to him. I should leave him. I should break up with him. It was so perfect till it turned to black like a yellow glow till it turned sad he was just here he was in my hands but I guess he was good at leaving