I bet you think about me
i found a love that actually treats me how i deserve
she’s so much more gentle than you ever were
my heart hurts, my jaw hurts
And im talking to a wall, (hello operator? Shes been crazy around me.)
I can’t be your friend man.
im out.
i can’t stand the ache of this fucking day i fucking miss you brother in such a painful way i feel so alone and you never pick up the fucking phone
Gallant, V. E. Schwab
but that's okay.
F. Scott Fitzgerald // Charles Bukowski
cause I am the one that’s waited this long
And I am the one that might get it wrong
maybe it helps to know I regret it
needed spontaneity yesterday
when she pierced my cartilage all i thought was your name
I missed the inhale and when i exhaled nothing came
But a needle through my ear repeating your name in my brain.
there was so much surprise, i was unexpected, unaware
i was so embarrassed and ashamed, using the idea of you to cope with pain.
At least i have some cool new piercings to talk about, but when i start to say it out loud
It’s only your name that wants to come out.
I know you don't care
you’re in my art you’re in my dreams
"White Night", Anna Akhmatova (translated by D. M. Thomas)
[ Text ID:
I haven’t locked the door,
Nor lit the candles,
You don’t know don’t care,
That tired I haven’t the strength
To decide to go to bed.
Seeing the fields fade in
The sunset murk of pine-needles,
And to know all is lost,
That life is a cursed hell:
I’ve got drunk
On your voice in the doorway.
I was sure you’d come back. ]
Soleil (Pierre Clémenti, 1988)