Driftwood
by Xanderphile

//Everything is open,
Nothing is set in stone.
Rivers turn to Ocean,
Oceans tide you home.
Home is where the heart is,
But your heart had to roam. //

I couldn’t believe that I had yelled so angrily at Buffy. Then I reminded my self that she deserved it. After all, there was absolutely no excuse for her to shove her new beau in my face. She did it to hurt me, how could she be so cruel? I listened to a song on the radio it seemed to sum up how I felt about her now:

//Drifting over bridges,
Never to return. //

Didn’t look like she would. It seemed as if I was just a piece of her life that she wanted to forget, which should have pleased me, wasn’t that why I left? But what Buffy had turned into, a shallow, spiteful bitch? Was that my fault?

//Watching Bridges burn.
Your driftwood floating underwater,
Breaking into pieces, pieces, pieces.
Just driftwood, hollow and of no use.
Waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you.
Nobody is an island,
Everybody has to go. //

I frowned, her behaviour had been terrible, but her friends would always stand by her. They would never leave. Would they? I thought, rather cruelly, that maybe they didn’t deserve her. Then I remembered how much I still loved her, no matter how bitchy she could be. She deserved nothing more than my hate, but I couldn’t hate her, just couldn’t…

//Pillars turn to butter,
Butterflying low.
Low is where your heart is,
But your heart has to grow.
Drifting under bridges,
Never with the flow.
And you really didn’t think it would happen,
But it really is the end of the line. //

She had not expected me to retaliate when she had hit me. Well, what did she expect? And when I had yelled at her, it was almost like she had expected to make me cry or something, not tell her exactly what I thought. What had happened to Buffy? The person who had come to L.A. wasn’t her. It really was the end of line by the looks of things:

// So I’m sorry you’ve turned to driftwood,
But you’ve been drifting for a long, long time.
Everywhere there’s trouble,
Nowhere’s safe to go.
Pushes turn to shovel’s,
Shovelling the snow.
Frozen you have chosen,
The path you wish to go. //

Buffy was always sure about what she wanted, and it was painfully clear that she did not want me…

//Drifting now forever,
And forever more. //

The End

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