Not even you.
because it’s alright to be solitary darling for at least you know what is true.
You never stood up to me I always had to run the show. I guess that’s why I left you darling I was so bored being with someone and yet still feeling so alone.
This pain I was given. This pain I receive. Will no one share this with me? As I lay crying in bed over my ruptured and hurt ovary*?
She doesn’t like attachments. She’s afraid of losing too. She’s afraid she’ll always be lost and she’s deathly afraid of you.
We’d lack glory and patience. Purity and holiness. We’d combine familiarity with tenderness. We’d fuck more often and we’d talk a lot less.
stop playing the victim when what happened between us ended not because of what I said but because of what you did do. And it was you that wanted goodbye to last for eternity.
They are not fighting for you and you are always left without and alone staring at the ceiling in the darkness of your dwelling with a heart pounding in your head desiring someone you cannot have wishing you could at least have gotten to know them and know of their existence before the rejection settled in to give you a fighting chance.
I can’t cry anymore because I’ve cried so much already. You can’t break what is already broken. All kinds of different people. All kinds of f---ed up beauty. Different faces. Different experiences.They blur around me, inside me. Part from me. Can’t seem to shake them.
They break. And you’re left wondering, screaming at the universe, what the hell was all of this for? Another life lesson that meant absolutely, nothing.