Stop.
You don’t love him.
You love the idea of him,
the concept of someone
who will fill the void of your bed
and kiss your scars back into your skin.You crave salvation,
I can’t blame you for that.
But you won’t find it in his stale words,
rehearsed and abused on his
stagnant tongue.No, no.
Your saving grace is somewhere
inside that scar tissue you’re
so desperate to peel from your body.
When did the future switch from being a promise to being a threat?
What a fine day! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
You shouldn’t have
come here, made
of fireworks, if you
didn’t want me to
play with fire.
I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.
If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
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