a part of me that's happy for you.
there's a part of me that wishes you the best with your
i hope that she loves you, and you love her too.
i hope you treat her as one would an expensive pearl.
but there's another part of me that wishes she'd
break your heart.
there's another part of me that wishes she'd destroy
you just like you did to me.
i hope that makes you think back to when we happened to
i hope that makes you think "d//amn, i know just how
wrong i was to she."
(nm)- it's been almost two fuc//king years and you still
haven't apologized for breaking my
i asked god to take you out of my life if you weren't going
to bring me more happiness than pain. And he immediately took
you away. and yet i still wasn't satisfied because i wanted
to be the one who called the shots, I wanted to be the one who
ended things. I just wanted you to stay until someone better
came along...how selfish of me.
The Earth never crosses it's own path. Not only is it not in a
circular orbit around the sun, it is not even in an elliptical
orbit around the sun. Everything drifts. Nothing matches the
architype perfectly. None of us is perfect. Everything is
imperfect. The imperfections create our identity. The only way I
know I exist is by my variation from the ideal. I am error. I am
She acts like she's part of me, as if we are unified and
stronger for it, but she can withdraw her participation anytime she
wants and leave me destitute. I am whole, complete, strong, and
realized, but I can be alone again in a moment.