hearing a story thats obviously made up

“I have died for the smallest things. / Nothing washes off.”

“I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn’t have loosened. A stitch come undone.”

“I just wish that life, for once, for a day or even a few hours, would go smoothly. I can never just sit back and sail.”

“It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.”

thebiglonely:

“What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.”

“Everything outside seemed as if in prayer, unfulfilled, unredeemed. This leaves me unmoved; I am like a dry steambed being dredged. My life seems like a stranger’s house to me.”

“I wish you would let me know how difficult it is to love me. Then I would know you love me beneath all that difficulty.”