Censoring = Fun Game of Hangman

I told my friends I needed to go visit you.

                                                                                      We’ll catch up with you guys later!

A hush fell over them, but they understand nonetheless.

                                                               We just need to go buy something for the party!

They express their concern, but they let me go.

                                                                      So.  Did you like Nate?  He’s a crazy guy, eh?

Nate shoved a bottle of champagne in my arm.  

                                                              Oh come on, you actually took his joke seriously?

“Celebrate and be happy.  This is what she would’ve wanted,” he said.

          Psh.  You know you liked his joke.  Now come on!  Let’s grab some snacks and go!

I nodded instinctively and without thinking;  I was trying to remember where to go.

                                          K, the alleyway here should cut straight through to the store.

I then weaved through the jovial and tumultuous crowd.

                                                                 I love you too.  I can’t imagine life without you.

A few blocks away.  A few more paces.  I have arrived.

                                                                      I am so happy wi— hey, what are you doing!?

I passed the gates, and strolled along the cracked pavement.

                                                              Stop!  Let go of her purse!  What are you doing!?

I stopped to where you live now.  

                                                                                                                     LET GO!  HELP!  

You seem a bit cold.

                                                                       Fine, have it.  Merry Christmas, douchebag!

I didn’t need to tell you about my day.  You were with me the entire time.

                                                                                                      Are you alright, darling?

I brushed off some of the snow.  I smiled at the sight of your name.

                                                                       He didn’t hurt y— oh gosh, you’re bleeding.

I popped open the cork.  I drank some.

                                                                               Oh god oh god oh god did he stab you?

I let a tear drop.  I am so alone.

         Hello?  I’m at the alleyway near Oak and Churchill.  My girlfriend just got stabbed!

I poured some on the ground.  Toast with me.

                                                                                                 SOMEBODY HELP!  PLEASE!

I hugged you anyway, though I wasn’t really hugging you.

                                                   Everything will be okay.  Please let everything be okay…

I lost all my faith that day.  You had to leave me early, didn’t you?

                             Stay warm please be okay please oh god they’re coming soon please…

No one could replace you.  I miss you everyday.  I still love you.

Merry Christmas.