I I will never talk to you again or touch you again and that is okay because each are equally painfulĀ but sometimes I wonder if they would hurt a little less than this pulsing ache in my heart and clenched jaws in your presence. II for you have reignited something inside of me and I canāt help but hate you for it so please donāt drunkenly text me because even if its meaningless chatter the absence of it in the weeks to follow echoes a familiar pain through me as we recommence our little game where we pretend that we havenāt spent moments together which were tender enough to soften the hardness inside of me III and I know, the fucked up part is that we were never going to work and yet now I cannot help but cry a little when I think of what we had and the way that we will never have it againĀ Ā IV and so I am sad and cold and it is so tempting to hide behind bones and scars and never feel the weight of a thousand broken heartbeats reverberating through me as my tears draw my failures but I am still painfully loyal to something that doesnāt exist Ā so trust me to make a fuckery of something that could have been wonderful. I would I would I would. V no one ever told me that every kiss I would see would feel like Iām touching your lips all over againĀ and no one told me Ā that every kiss would punch me in the gut and instantaneous tears would collect in my swollen eyes donāt you dare tell me heartbreak is beautiful.
we wonāt talk again and that hurts a little bitĀ (via e-pisky)
