You slay me.
Let us wander, dear boy. Into that dark cold night. Let us walk hand in hand. Into the gazing starlight.
And didn’t anyone ever tell you? Real friends don’t use each other.
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.