The Bandwagon

There was a resounding sentiment that you were, in fact, quite the disappointment. And as of late, I was of this disposition as well.

There were thousands of reasons to despise you, to tell you how you broke my heart in to innumerable pieces and how you were the medium for a lifetime of pain.

There was this one time when I wanted to bruise your face and cut your tongue so you could bleed like I did. But like most great things I thought to do, I couldn't bring myself to do this.

There were reasons you drove without conviction and why you were elusive. But they were reasons I no longer cared to chase, to echo, to defend to the topfeeders.

There was the belief that my short life had been vanilla and that I was adolescent in my confidence in you.

"I'm over here," said Roy G. Biv.

And with the wave of a hand, I started walking.

There were the thoughts of how you would change and the swift insight that it wasn't all the same to me.

There was the deafening of solitude.

I hated it all more than I missed you---