Luckily I dodged a bullet because your false sense of security hidden in your “monogamy” wasn’t really what I wanted in the first place.
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.
I clean it up with toilet paper and flush the blood and the memories of you away. For good.
So stop trying to impress me with your fakeness and your false sense of sensibilities. You are not sensible. You are not kind. You are just another fragment another symbol of the times.
Seeing you again breaks me open. All the emotions I held back from within
you knew that maybe if you had landed after searching for dry land in a sea of potential hazards and no ones on some long-lost island you’d have to stay there forever with the wrong person until death finally came to claim you.
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.