“you could be happy.”
oh, calm now. don’t get your mind all tangled. it’s not good for you. those little strings of attachment wind themselves around those pretty like pictures you have and tear them apart, then get tangled around your heart.
calm now. that’s all you can be. not upset, not least loved, nothing. an exploration in hurt and little quotes strung together with pain. because we all know that you can’t sell a utopia to someone who isn’t looking for one. we all know it, but none of us have yet to accept it, understand it. it might take me years, but i know it’s going to take you an eternity. an eternity of asking yourself what i did wrong and what i should have done differently.
so we’re all still waiting for that eternity, because you won’t come back down from that cloud of look what i did right.
is this what anger is?
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Teen Fiction❝we are all searching for someone whose demons will play well with ours.❞ quiet rituals and even quieter conversations; a collectanea. (© promethean 2013; cover by promethean)
