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.