The Other Day

It started in a small town in Jersey. Her name was Kaity and her beauty made others beg for mercy. My father always told me to not fall in love, he said there was too much to lose after my mother died young , in his heart it left a bruise.  
 

I met Kaity the summer of 2009, everyone wanted her but somehow she was mines, she slept in my arms at night and I would just sit there until the sky stretched light.  
I'm not going to lie, we grew apart and as the summer faded so did our hearts. Although we had dreams, though they did disappeared, in my mind they are placed in a place that I fear; we were going to travel. We were going to go to LA where our heads would be clear. But with luck of a cat in black, those dreams did die drowned flat. 

One night I heard whispers of a Kaity that was in an accident so gruesome and scary. I scaled the fence that barred her house and climbed up to her window to see her aroused with someone else, she looked happy, so I left to find comfort in my grand pappy. However the panic I felt has never and never will melt. That’s when I realized that my heart will need a brand new start though I know I could never replace that most beautiful angelic face.  

My Pappy passed a couple of weeks later and I thought about nothing but Kaity The traitor. through out all those saying 'im sorry' I only wanted the one from the lovely Kaity Lorry  

What happened to the 'I'm here for you'? because I meant it when I said 'I'm here for you too' For I am just a page in your heart, in my mind you will always be here, we're never apart.  

My gran had to move in with me after that. She just sat around doing this and that. Kaity looked past me in the halls of school, my friends did too I felt like a fool. There was some kind of force felid around me and others, this is the time when I wished I had sisters or even brothers. 

The teachers never called my name out in the mornings and I wonder who was behind such horrid torment?  my grandmother never made me dinner so I had to fend for myself, I've been no winner. It had been weeks since anyone even looked me in the eyes, It's no surprise anymore, they're all full of lies.  

The other day someone was in my house, she was beautiful and pale but as quite as a mouse. I was scared at first but she called me by the name John and her voice soothed my fears, It felt nothing but wrong. She told me to call her mother, as if I was her son but I didn’t bother. 

I was so lonely that I accepted. I guess it was because I only ever felt rejected 

I was so confused that I didn’t question, I loved the little bit of affection. 

Kaity was crying in the school hall the other day and I wanted to go comfort her but I didn’t want her to feel afraid. I wanted to let her know that I'm still here, in my mind so she just shouldn’t tear. Everyone looked quite sad that day and no one even mentioned why. The teachers spoke in quit tones  that where full of lies. They still never called out my name. Mother never came that night and grandma was the same.  

I followed Kaity the other day, she was dressed all in black, their was sadness all over her face. Her blond hair fell down her back. She was still beautiful like she was in the summer of 09. I followed her to the funeral and it turned out that funeral was mines...