Submissions by Micah_Chase

As I hold onto what's left, I can see it's I that was squeezing the precious life from it. I know it's a rough patch, and I know it hurt you. I know I hurt you. Not on purpose, never on purpose. I thought I knew best, and regardless you asked me to keep it too myself. I didn't, I made myself a jester at kings funeral (a jackass), and I pushed and pushed and pushed. With every nudge, despite my intention of helping you with a bright future, I pushed you just that much farther away. I know that now. I had a moment of weakness, and I thought you wanted my help, but with my confusion came...

She'd left. Aye, that she did. Why? Why did she leave? Oh, never mind that. This is all she left to me. This box. This chamber of Solitude. Whilst you call it a bedroom, I call it Hell and in Hell I am. See, without a savior, this is the only place I could possibly be. My savior is gone, and this chamber has been left to me. Does that make me the Devil? Only time will tell...although, I can feel these horns grow, and the temperature rise... Perhaps next I should invest in a trident. Though obviously a stolen concept from Greek Mythology, I wouldn't fit the part without it. Demons? Demons. I...

I realize now why I make these mistakes. It's not an excuse for use, but it's an explanation to myself. I miss you. This bitterness of spending my days alone, only made worse by the times you cut short when we it's made possible that we may talk over distance. Ironically, it still falls upon my shoulders, because I was the one that would bicker and complain about various petty things. The truth is, I love you. I love everything about you. I wouldn't still be here if I didn't. And it's the fact that I love you that I even complain. You see, I miss you. Every second I'm not with you I miss you....