* FAE THORNED /

Answer me. Who are you?

Any chance you let me buy you an “I’m sorry” drink?

Be careful. You just sounded generally concerned for me.

Can we talk about this tomorrow? I just needed a place to crash.

God, I miss you.

Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree…

Here’s the thing. I don’t know what to say, or do, or think.

How about I show you some of my other talents?

I can’t lose you again.

I choose you. I’m here because of you.

I don’t know who I am without you.

I forgot you don’t care about anything.

I hate how good that felt.

I have always wanted to be loved by someone in the way that you loved me. And I would rather have these memories than a future where I destroy them.

I have this theory that you’re meanest to the people you care about most.

I know I said it doesn’t bother me but what if it does?

I love you. It’s why I have to let you go.

I need a drink. And a buddy. And right now you are my only buddy available to drink. I’m overlooking the fact that you nearly killed me the last time we hung out.

I never fooled myself into thinking that what I had with you would last.  

I never thought I would ever be happy again and then I met you.

I really wanna rip your clothes off right now and kiss every square inch of your body.

I think it’s time you and I have a talk.

I understand if I have to wait for you. And I will. I’ll wait.

I walked out last time. Now it’s your turn.

I’m an expert at dealing with loss, you know?

I’m going through a highly emotional situation right now and you’re just sitting there mocking me.

I’m not going anywhere because I love you.

I’m not gonna give up on you. I never will.

I’m not okay with this decision. I’m not okay with never seeing you again.

I’m not sure what else to say.

I’ve never felt more alive than when I am with you.

I’m so sorry. Give me a chance to make it right.

If there is even a fraction of you that cares about me, do not walk out that door.

If you could stop gloating in the face of my misery, that would be very much appreciated.

If you think this is a crazy plan, now’s the time to speak up.

If you want to talk about last night, talk!

Is that what you think of me?

Is this a bad time?

It’s funny how one event can change the outcome of your entire life.

It’s like you want to confirm everyone’s lowest expectations of you.

It’s probably a good idea to stay as far away from me as possible.

Look, don’t you think it’s about time we level with each other?

Look, we can’t escape this life. So shouldn’t we make sure we’re at least living it right?

Me? Jealous? That would imply I cared. I thought we’d already established that I don’t.

Neither one of us should be here right now.

Please don’t give up.

So I’m gonna die? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?

So look, I don’t know what we were, or are, or are supposed to be. All I know is I want to see you.

So, I hear you’ve been having sex dreams about me?

Something happened between you and me and I’m not going to let you pretend that it didn’t.

Tell me something I don’t know about you.

The thing is, nothing’s changed. We are still bad for each other.

There’s no such thing as moving on, it’s a lie.

This is my “you’re being a dick” face.

We have the house all to ourselves for a whole weekend and you wanna talk politics?

Well, that’s the problem. Not all of us are okay with pretending.

What are you afraid of?

What are you doing in my bedroom?

What took you so long to answer your phone?

What was that for?

When you told me you hated me, it was pretty much the worst thing I had heard in a long time.

You can’t blame this on me!

You changed my life, you know that? You completely turned it around.

You do realize you’re dating a reformed womanizer, right?

You know this’ll never not be weird.

You know, I don’t know how I went so long without saying this, but you’re a real dick!

You know, we’re not meant to like each other, you and I.

You lost the right to my attention when you decided to leave without saying goodbye.

You’re a good person. And I need a little good in my life.

You’re not the least bit interested in why I’m here?

You’re supposed to trust that I’m nothing like him/her.

You’ll never have to worry about me again.

You’re in love with a beautiful boy and he burns you. He begins at the skin, carefully with fumbling fingers and gravel teeth. You feel your bones drifting apart, one by one until nothing remains but the mess of scorched muscles you once called your heart. The place where he used to live is no longer.

You’re in love with a beautiful boy and he chokes you. Claws digging harshly in the skin around your throat, leaving bruises when morning comes. The words cut out of your mouth feel dry and rough. Unpolished. Crusted and flawed around the edges. You watch your mirror bloom cosmic reminders of your love. They spell his name all across your collarbone.

You’re in love with a beautiful boy and he kills you. He sticks his fingers inside until your skin bursts open and your bare bones are sticking out of your chest. His hands are coated with layers of all the blood you shed for him. He leaves a massacre behind and you bleed yourself dry. You’ll never be able to wash yourself clean again.

This is your funeral.