neoisdying

"How do I unwrite the poems I wrote for you? Take back all the love I lost? Poets only spoke of all you do when you fall in love; no one speaks of what you do when it ends.

and then they'll all wish they were me

"There is this terrible desire to be loved, and then this horrible yearning to be remembered. As god would have it, I can fulfil but one."

"And so whom do I blame for all the blood I have bled? No one has been crueler to me, than I have been to myself."

“No, please. Don't ask me such foolish questions. Don’t ask me if I remember, ask me if I want to. And I don’t. Memory is an unguarded gun, and reminiscing is putting it to your head with your finger hovering above the trigger. You’re telling yourself to bring the dead back, but you can’t because they’re gone. I don’t want to remember.”

“But don’t people only look at you with pity in their eyes because they can see you breaking? Being offered tenderness is the very proof that you are ruined.”

“And if I must live in darkness, then let it be absolute; make me forget what light ever meant.”

"and now I must remember you for longer than I have known you"

"is this what love is supposed to feel like? am i to feel suffocated by this affection climbing up my throat?""

"did time have to really pass? could it not have stopped for my tiny little feet? I could not keep up. I am now, lost, or worse; forgotten"