I had just one more day
I would tell you how much that I’ve missed you since you’ve been away
Can you please treat me like you and other men treat your ex’s and past girlfriends that you actually liked and actually wanted so I can be shown you actually like me and actually want me too? Can you let me experience all of the same love and affection you showed your ex’s you actually loved? Because compared to me I’m not what you like or want at all but with them you genuinely liked them so please can you treat me exactly like you treated them if you actually like me? Can you do everything you have ever done for them to me too? Can you think that I’m worth the same amount you thought they were worth?
Shouting and protesting, character A is roughly held back as they’re forced to watch character B get hurt
Last night I dreamt that we were sitting beside each other, staring at the sea, and my head was on your lap, your hands in my hair. For three seconds, I believed we were alright like we were before and everything was perfect.
Please don’t talk to me that way please don’t yell at me please don’t scream at me please don’t look at me like that because I already know what your thinking I already know what you see me as I already know that you can tell something is wrong with me from how nervous I am please don’t look at my movements please don’t look at my body please don’t look at my eyes please please don’t talk to me like this please don’t look at me like that please don’t look at me like you’re disgusted by me and how I look I already know what you all see me as please stop
Your love is bad for my health.
Good morning, angel.
Can I still call you that? Am I allowed to? Or is it only allowed to slither from her lips and down to your stomach, like honey dripping down the jar: slowly, sensually, contentedly.
Happy afternoon, angel.
Do we still talk now that she wakes up in your arms? You’ve moved away to the city and call her apartment home. Your cat runs around the living room and tears up the sofa and she never gets mad, just laughs and scoops her into her arms. Your cat purrs.
I promise this will be the last time I reach out. I get the picture. I got the message. Her notes now take up the sacred space in your wallet where my own once sat for four years. You no longer wonder how I’m doing - if I’m eating, if I’m laughing, if I’m breaking down in the shower when you can’t hear.
I promise I loved you with everything in me. But it was never enough for you - burning cities didn’t make up for fast drives down the highway with the windows down. I was reckless and a wreck, and you walked away from my kamikaze intentions before you were the passenger of an explosion.
I don’t blame you. But if I turned the steering wheel to the left, maybe you’d show up at the wake.
“she’s not a wreck. i’m glad you’re happy.”
there’s no reason for me to not say hurted, instead of “it was hurtful” english is stupid and i don’t care about life
why do i want to scream?
vocal cords abrading against each other relentlessly,
voice deepened to a husk.
why do i urge to run?
muscle fibers contracting and lactic acid building,
muscles seized into a tetanus.
why do i yearn to cry?
neuroendocrine connection between my tears and soul set aflame,
bloodshot eyes and chest heavy from gasped breaths.
I think one of the most humbling lines to live by is that if someone tells you you hurt them you don’t get to decide that you didn’t it’s not a difficult thing to take a few steps back and admit that your actions have caused harm to someone you care about
If you loved them, you wouldn’t have cheated on them
If you loved them, you would have made them your first priority
If you loved them, you would have reminded them that every single day
If you loved them, you would have spent more time with them
If you loved them, you would have made time for them.
If you loved them, they wouldn’t have questioned it.
I’m sorry but something about a defiant b being grabbed by the hair and forced to make eye contact is pretty neat