Yeah. But Darling, what if I don’t want to move on?
How about I just pretend that we can’t be together because you’re at war somewhere in this world fighting for the right to live? How about I pretend that you’re not the asshole who broke my heart and shattered my soul into a million little pieces coldheartedly? How about I pretend that you didn’t leave me for that owl faced, bitch-slut that you’re with? How about I pretend that showing you my naked body did not not mean anything to you? How about I pretend that all those times you told me you loved, you actually meant it? How about I pretend that every time you kissed me was because you loved me not because you had a hard on? How about I just pretend that you’ll come back, that you’ll fall back into love with me, that you’ll figure out that it was all just a mistake -you leaving-? How about I pick up the phone and tell you that for the past 15 month not once have I succeeded in making myself hate you for all the shit that you’ve done? How about I pick up the phone, call you and tell you I still love and never will stop doing so? How about you just stop being a douche-bag and come back to me?
I am the ache of overfullness.
I am rent and torn with the pain of the unexpressed.
Muriel Strode, from “Creation Songs” (via hellanne)