I thought if I believed hard enough in the two of us it would be enough for both of us
I was an idiot
No matter how hard I try Or the amount of willpower I manage to summon You will always be my weakness
It’s just nice to know once in a while you’re weak for me, too
I miss you You miss me Yet we keep missing each other
I tell you I love you All you can say is “Why?”
You collect hearts the way others collect shells Shiny hearts full of love you are too scared to return Holding them to your ear to admire the way they admire you Then back on display until your ego needs another stroke There my heart sits in your display case, dripping love and devotion Among the other trophies, stolen by the heart collector
Please don't remember me fondly
Remember me as the one who held your heart so softly, the one who loved you without restraint even when your love for me was a tangled mess which took years to unravel
Remember my patience and devotion as I sat at your feet, then how you crushed them under your heel
Remember me with pangs of guilt and regret when you think on your habit of assuring me I was safe with you then abandoning me once again
Don't remember me fondly, remember you killed me
I pray one day you will drunk text me So you can finally find the freedom to express all those things you’ve locked up deep down
I wonder sometimes - okay, more than sometimes - if your inner demons - those bastards; fuck them - let you feel what you actually feel - not just the watered down emotions which manage to filter through your walls - would you be able to love me - would you be in love with me -