“Don’t tell me that it was nothing. Dont tell me that it was impossible. Don’t tell me it was all a fictitious fever dream. Don’t tell me that you weren’t in love with me.” “Don’t you dare tell me that the things that we’ve shared between eachother in the dark while the world was sleeping, was a facade.” “Dont murmur that what you felt for me was merely a placeholder for you to get over the previous one who broke your heart. The same heart that you stitched together with glue and paper mache while i carefully outlined the edges of it and made sure it was etched in lace and wound back whole.” “Dont tell me you felt nothing, because i did.” “Even if you never did, i did. And it hit me hard, down my spine and up into my throat. Feeling you break away from me feels similar to a slice of my jugular veins and all that pours out of me was you.” “Don’t tell me that what i- no, what we possessed was a lie. Because it felt so real to me.” “So real, in fact, that i’d rather succumb to a dream than face this blackened reality.””
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B. BON’NE
(via
librapastels
)
I know you have me blocked, but I know you've created a few spies and you'll see this too. She said it far better than I ever could've. Nailed it too. You may have destroyed everything else through your raging delusions, I'm actually pretty certain of it. But I'm not letting you touch the memories I have because that shit was life changing. You made it so far and you were just on the cusp of it. You get scared of that shoe dropping so instead of waiting for it not to come... and we lived the past year. It is over, it will never come back, but not like it should've been. You destroyed the best thing that could've happened for any of us because you were afraid it might not work. So right back to getting stolen from, beat up, cheated on, lied to... you ran back to that bullshit after you'd already established yourself after leaving the first time. You chose hell for free over working for paradise. I'm sorry, I won't. And so it ends
