/lit/ - Literature

>>18235190
The memories of it feel like they were apart of another world that couldn't have ever existed. I finally understood why love songs were so popular, and would listen to them when I wasn't with her, and when I was with her I actually felt like I was a named person living a life and not the shade I am now. I was finally the happy wanderer who sung of in shitty early 2000s alternative rock, Say Anything, Fallout Boy.

The end of those feelings were the end of my childhood. I was still innocent and naïve for awhile, but I've decayed so much since, and worse yet I'm not even ashamed. I am afraid I might have become proud of the degenerate I've become, I don't know.

I've forgiven her of all the ways she had wronged me, but with my grudges sieved I'm left with a strange hatred. It's as though she stole a boyish part of my soul which she took with her as payment for her time, and skipped back with it to that careless place of whimsy girls so often reside.

I want that piece back. Women make men of boys, they coax and corrupt them into the world and then run blushing to the shadows when the wolves and men come to taste and test the new blood.