I’m right where you left me
Aaron should have expected this. He should’ve known that this is going to happen. Every single good thing that he has never last. He will never be good enough. Katelyn broke up with him because “being with Aaron is too much.” And Aaron understands, his psychotic brother and derange boyfriend, his trauma and the stupid fucking foxes. Of course it will all be too much. He doesn’t blame Katelyn.
So why is he completely shattered when Kevin left him for Andrew and Neil?
Kevin and he are nothing, just two guys fucking because they have nothing better to do. So it is Aaron’s fault for falling. And how can he not? When Kevin is the one to take care of him and make sure he is okay after they fucked every time. When they go out and have dinners and watch movies and take late night walks at the beach. When Kevin helps Aaron to study for his finals, making him food and reminding him to drink water.
Aaron has no one. The broken deal he had with Andrew left him with no friends. He had Katelyn, but now, he only has the fucking foxes. So of course it will be Kevin.
Aaron is not delusional, they explicitly say that they are only friends with benefits. Kevin tells Aaron many times how much he looks like Andrew. Kevin whispers to Aaron that he likes Andrew but Andrew is with Neil and Kevin cannot decide if he likes Andrew or Neil more. Aaron knows all of these. Kevin can never hide it well when he is staring at Andrew and Neil.
Aaron notices Andrew noticing. Aaron just did not expect Andrew to talk to him about it.
“What is going on between you and Kevin?” Andrew asks Aaron one day, when they are somehow alone in Andrew’s room.
“Nothing,”
“Don’t lie to me.” Aaron does not answer. But andrew will not budge and there is no one more stubborn than Andrew maybe except Neil.
“We are just friends with benefits.” Aaron snaps.
“Kevin likes Neil and I.” Andrew casually says, taking a cigarette and lighting it.
“I know,”
“Neil and I don’t mind,” Aaron’s entire world collapses right there and then.
“Okay, I don’t care.” Whatever pieces of Aaron’s heart that are left have burnt up to ashes.
Andrew looks at him, but Aaron has been in therapy with Andrew long enough that Aaron knows how to hide something from him.
Without another word, Andrew left Aaron, taking the ashes with him.
Aaron stands there stupidly. He feels like crying. He does not want to cry. He cannot cry. His chest is burning and his eyes are watering and he cannot breathe and he needs to get out of Andrew’s room before anyone comes back and go back to his room and lock it and-
The door opens, Kevin comes in and one look at Aaron’s blank face he envelops him in his arms.
“What’s wrong?”
Aaron cannot talk, his throat is so tight that if he speaks then all that will come out of it are screams.
Aaron wants to pull away, before the remaining pieces of his soul are ruined. But he is selfish and desperate and a masochist. So he allows himself to stay in Kevin’s embrace. He hugs him back tightly.
“What’s wrong?” Kevin asks again, sounding very concerned.
“Just terrified of my finals,” Aaron mumbles into Kevin’s hoodie.
“You will ace it,” Kevin says, “I’ll help you.”
No you won’t. You will be with Andrew and Neil.
“Okay,” Aaron says.
Then Kevin kisses him. And one thing leads to another and they end up in Kevin’s bed.
Aaron wakes up to an empty bed. He should get used to it. But he already misses waking up in Kevin’s arms. Aaron cannot help but lingers in Kevin’s bed before getting out.
Aaron tries to go on as usual. He goes to classes, he goes to practices, he studies. He tries to ignore Kevin. Kevin is confused at first, seems even a bit hurt. But then he spends all his time with Andrew and Neil. And Aaron knows that Andrew and Neil told him.
So there is nothing left for Aaron. Once again Aaron is being left.
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Submitted for evidence for today's minutes: a dialogue between department member Cassandra (queendomkey) and Swift-by-Osmosis and honorary member Jean, who lacks a tumblr. Because they have a real life, or something.
Jean began the dialogue by bringing to motion a quote from My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys:
Jean: You can take this as a metaphor for him giving her attention or, for treating her roughly or, for taking her virginity... There's just such a tone there that feels like a loss of innocence, that she's still kind of clinging to the illusion of through the extended metaphor of being a toy.
J: It feels like grieving for the inner child stolen by a man who chose to play with a young girl's heart and throw it away.
Cassandra: Oh! I like that!
J: My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys rips my heart out and stomps on it, and this one line [is why] "cause he took me out of my box" That's it. That's it. The delivery sounds like she's [going to] cry. Like the speaker is so unwilling to let go of this man because he was the first one that made her feel wanted... Even if he uses her and breaks her, he's still her first and that means more to her than it does to him.
C: It’s also the only song on the album (outside of the title track) to use the word tortured.
C: I feel like that's tied to the ways that girls are made to grow up faster, to take the stones thrown by boys who 'love them.' Her heart has been tortured before the song happened ( he stole her tortured heart, after all, he wasn't a part of this torture. ) and so she's come to, in a way, accept this kind of treatment. Clings to it like a toy, like a childhood object.
J: Exactly. Especially through the metaphor that she is the toy. This man-- older than her by implication-- was still immature enough to treat her as an object, and she accepted that role. Because that's what boys do: they pull your pigtails because they love you, and girls don't make a scene, so they might as well be passive objects."
C: Yes.
C: Changing topics a little, "took me out of my box" can be seen as syndeoche for like... making her experience something new, pushing her out of her comfort zone. I think a lot of the songs in TTPD are songs that are specifically about feelings in the moment, rarely with hindsight.
(At this point, Jean paused the discussion to research 'syndeoche,' referring to Cassandra as a "Well read motherfucker." xoxo.)
Jean pointed out that this can be read as a dramatic irony, as the audience knows the speaker's infatuation won't last, that they are in denial of what's to come.
J: [The speaker is] a girl we've all known or been before. Someone you'd drive away if you'd tell her you think he's bad for her, but you just want to hug her.
The conclusion:
Jean sees the song as "An exercise in empathy for a person people often snap to judge in real life." That, those in the Speaker's life may need to be "someone she can talk to without being judged while she works through those feelings in her own time. Someone safe that won't lecture her and drive her back to the unsafe one."
Cassandra believes that My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys is "A desperate song underneath it's toy-like trappings." After all, the Speaker has rationalized that her Boy only runs because he "loves her," that he only breaks his favorite toys. Leaving half moon imprints on her Boy's thigh, as the Speaker clings to a love that no longer exists. Though it's hard, being able to empathize with her is something the song pushes us to do.
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I slept all alone. You still wouldn't go/ You still all over me like a wine-stained dress
Let's fast forward to 300 take-out coffees later/10 months sober...
You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor/ I can make all the tables turn
You search in every model's bed for something greater/ You searched the world for something else to make you feel like what we had
Was it over then? And is it over now? / Are we out of the woods?
Red blood, white snow/ remember when you think the brakes too soon?
Your new girl is my clone/ I've heard that you've been out and about with some other girl
Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?/ I said I've been there too a few times
Didn't you think I didn't see you? There were flashing lights/ Flashing lights and we took a wrong turn...
At least I had the decency to keep my nights out of sight/ I know places we can hide
Just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting but no/ 2AM, here we are. See your face, hear my voice in the dark. We're a crooked love in a straight line down.
"Come here," I whispered in your ear in your dreams as you passed out, baby/ Say you'll see again even if it's just in your wildest dreams.
I was hoping you'd be here/ I wish you would come back...
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