ado (obscene)

Here’s a quickie freeverse fanfiction I did for fleeting inspiration’s sake. And of course for my favorite Shakespearean/literary couple ever.

you’re a student council member. a feminist. an overachiever.
he’s stupid. a misogynist. a jester.

you’re a model student. a basketball MVP. a comedian.
she’s annoying. a parrot teacher. a girl.

you jab and sting and jeer like it doesn’t hurt, like it doesn’t actually pierce through your armor like a million tiny needles that you don’t see at first until it all comes gushing out in a deluge of rage and bitterness and melancholy out of the million tiny punctures upon your ticker.

you tell yourself, it’s just a game.

it’s just a fucking game.

you want to show your friends you can get this asshole off his high horse just for once.

you want to show your mates you can yank this bitch off balance just for once.

you forget, you already have.

you take the needles with a grin and a chuckle, pull them out one by one, brush yourself off. it’s just a game. it’s just a fucking game.

in the back of your mind, you want to call a truce.

in the back of your mind, you just can’t wait to wave the white flag.

but you think… wouldn’t it be better to keep the game going?

where’s the prize?

where’s the prize?

where’s the goddamn prize? an ounce of added insecurity. a pinch of acerbity. more hate. and bringing up that sordid past over and over

and over

and over

and over again. play and play and play until you forget how to feel about that anymore. push those feelings out of your mind because, let’s face it, they were never there in the first place, eh? not three years ago. not ever.

sometimes you think…

paano kung nagkatuluyan kami?

but then

that’s just a memory.

file it away.

lock it up.

keep jabbing.

keep stinging.

keep those heckles coming.

you’re making too much of a big deal out of everything anyway.

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