Your request for a second date has been REJECTED.
Update! - Regarding my post on 3/16: Well, I was right. I texted the girl I had gone out with on the 16th for a second date, and she responded with the ever vague "not my type" response. I'd said that that was a shame, and it was, at least a little bit, and was content to leave it at that. But then she replied with a comment that made me go from depressed regretful to less depressed and fucking furious. "I'm really sorry, but you seem like a nice guy and you deserve the truth."
I mean, the comment seems innocent enough, true. But I did mention that I got a vibe from her, a wrongness, like something was off on the date. She had from the moment that date ended until when I contacted her for the second date to tell me this, instead of keeping me guessing for a week.
I considered the possibility that I wasn't as communicative as I could've been, but this lack of communication goes both ways; she'd made no effort to contact me at all. This leads me to believe that if I hadn't called her or texted her, she never would have told me anything. Och.
Anyway, that's done with.
And ...
HEART FAILURE
We've done away with straight lines.
We are instantaneous.
I am inside of you now,
and you're inside me.
We've unwritten the question mark;
there are only answers between us.
I've been known to hold grudges:
when the Reconquista came for me I led
the battle cry, and even now I do a war dance
on the graves of my enemies.
Our armies are clashing once more, dearest.
But I have the Law on my side; the Long-
Arms will neutralize you soon enough,
and deliver you to me, concentrated.
Our love is undiluted; unfiltered, like
the cigarettes corrupting our lungs.
We built a foundation, our foundation, on
blood: we've been using each other up to
keep our city afloat.
I see the sinking in your eyes.
We are not like we were.
The space between us made our
greatest strength a debilitating hindrance.
I am inside you, and you're in me.
But our bodies are rejecting us;
the antibodies can't tolerate our melding
into one.
We're toxic to each other now.
Our hearts once beat as one, or in tandem.
The beat ever goes on,
but the song is arrhythmic.
We're at the end of it now, and the pacemaker is unable to stabilize us.
I am in shock now, as are you.
We're broken.
(For the broken hearts)
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Update! - Regarding my post on 3/16: Well, I was right. I texted the girl I had gone out with on the 16th for a second date, and she responded with the ever vague "not my type" response. I'd said that that was a shame, and it was, at least a little bit, and was content to leave it at that. But then she replied with a comment that made me go from depressed regretful to less depressed and fucking furious. "I'm really sorry, but you seem like a nice guy and you deserve the truth."
I mean, the comment seems innocent enough, true. But I did mention that I got a vibe from her, a wrongness, like something was off on the date. She had from the moment that date ended until when I contacted her for the second date to tell me this, instead of keeping me guessing for a week.
I considered the possibility that I wasn't as communicative as I could've been, but this lack of communication goes both ways; she'd made no effort to contact me at all. This leads me to believe that if I hadn't called her or texted her, she never would have told me anything. Och.
Anyway, that's done with.
And ...
HEART FAILURE
We've done away with straight lines.
We are instantaneous.
I am inside of you now,
and you're inside me.
We've unwritten the question mark;
there are only answers between us.
I've been known to hold grudges:
when the Reconquista came for me I led
the battle cry, and even now I do a war dance
on the graves of my enemies.
Our armies are clashing once more, dearest.
But I have the Law on my side; the Long-
Arms will neutralize you soon enough,
and deliver you to me, concentrated.
Our love is undiluted; unfiltered, like
the cigarettes corrupting our lungs.
We built a foundation, our foundation, on
blood: we've been using each other up to
keep our city afloat.
I see the sinking in your eyes.
We are not like we were.
The space between us made our
greatest strength a debilitating hindrance.
I am inside you, and you're in me.
But our bodies are rejecting us;
the antibodies can't tolerate our melding
into one.
We're toxic to each other now.
Our hearts once beat as one, or in tandem.
The beat ever goes on,
but the song is arrhythmic.
We're at the end of it now, and the pacemaker is unable to stabilize us.
I am in shock now, as are you.
We're broken.
(For the broken hearts)
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