#0136

DO NOT SPEAK TO ME IM

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When Flareon catches prey, it breathes fire on them until they're cooked well done, then it gobbles them up.

‘Desperately Perfect’ a photography series by Rachel Papo

arguing back and forth about petty things. we’re both in the wrong, but we swear that we’re right. the lightness of love fluttering away, butterflies don’t stay long in a withering garden. you’re an army of words, we’re constantly at war. the future has burnt bridges, baby, why does it have burnt bridges? it hasn’t even happened yet. does it ever feel like we’re going nowhere? at a standstill? the greatest of all time? i’m tied to you and you’re shackled to me. letting go of you is like letting go of me. but it has to be said. i once told a friend that everything needs a proper ending, even a bad ending is better than not having closure. is this closure? or are we getting closer? you feel so far away from me with those cold shoulders. why do we scream? why do we shout? we stopped whispering the word love a long time ago— saying i love you out of habit isn’t the sane route, i might be going insane now. it hurts. why does it hurt? does it hurt because i love you? or does it hurt because i’m no longer in love with you? talk about going the distance, sometimes i can feel that you’re sick of my presence. how did we end up this way? all of our empty threats take away the deep and meaningful emotions— we lost ourselves to the flames, but claim that more tears will save us. have we changed? is this the true story to love? to see each other change right in front of our eyes and not utter a single word until it’s too late? some would call it fate, i call it holding onto something that’s broken. do you love me because i fix you? or do i love you because you fix me? sometimes i think it’s both. sometimes it feels one sided as fuck. what is love? does it involve pain? and if it does, when does it end? and i know that this isn’t make any sense and it probably has more questions than answers, but you know something? at one point i felt like the question and you were my answer. nowadays? it just feels like we’re both question marks still searching for a statement that no longer exists in the form of words. and that saddens me to the greatest extent that even now, after all that we’ve shared together, after all that we’ve built— letting go feels like the only way we’re ever going to have peace and freedom. love should feel like the air rushing past your skin as you’re running down the street to meet someone that makes you smile even if it took 15 minutes or a damn hour, it should feel like the blood rushing back to your cheeks because you’ve been blushing everywhere past the point of no return, love should feel like a raging form of calmness, love should feel like two caged birds making a plan to fly out even though they have two pair of clipped wings that won’t bring them far, but as long as i’m falling with you, baby, we’ll figure it out. and that’s the problem. i don’t feel that way about us anymore. i don’t feel that way about you anymore. i don’t feel that way about me anymore. baby, i’m so sorry. i think this is it. no more threats. just a truth that we have to see out. it’s like the last bit of the candle— no more wax for us to go through, no more wick for us to burn through... just another way to end the story, just another way to say i’m sorry

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