Complicated

how could seeing that not hurt? just two little words with a superscript s can destroy a person’s paper mache heart.

in the end, the closest thing to the truth came from he himself.

far away from here, i stand suspended in the night air and watch me sit silently in my room, heart bleeding, blood spilling on the floor. it is cold and it is chilly; i am here and i am there; and darkness surrounds both of us.

someone once said that men get over people / things / relationships fast, and i had wondered then how that is possible if love is love and feelings are feelings.

i still do not understand.

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