Our time has come

Our time has come. There are only so many things I can say. It came a while ago. So please leave me alone. We can continue to dwell on the past but it will get us nowhere. I can no longer deal with the push and pull, the constant torment. We are done.

No I cannot kiss you again! Since there is no help, what kind of a lie is that? Even if there is no help, did you even try? The only way to know if there is no help is if you try. What is life if you don’t try?

See that was always the problem, you are so wishy washy, so easily discouraged. Trust me I don’t want any more of you. I have had too much, more than any one person can stand. Please keep those vulgar lips at a distance.

Those sound like the confident utterances of a joyful man. Don’t insult me though, to pretend like not even a part of your heart is aching is not only cruel, it is wholly impossible to believe.

Why are you lying to yourself, you are the one who dragged me out here anyway. So cleanly… you call this clean? Who do you think you are fooling?

Which vows? The quite nothings you whispered in my ear, those same words all couples say to one another. We never married; you never set any promises in stone, what are these vows you speak of? The generic vows of all couples were slowly shattered as our relationship progressed.

When? Try IF we ever meet again, do not expect me—after all of this—to continue showing up in your life! Even if we find ourselves standing next to one another, I will be invisible to you, and you to me.

(by now haven't we both had enough?)

Ha, you were concerned that we would struggle to hold back our past feelings? Don’t fret it shall be no problem! I never want anyone to be able to detect even the slightest hints of the most basic friendship between us. Our brows will be as creaseless as they come.

He had to stop breathing sooner or later, join the rest of us who are all slowly dying. We both shall soon follow.

Death of a relationship is enough to make anyone speechless, anyone but you that is.

I have had enough now! If only you would let it go.

Seriously? Have you not put me through enough pain already, please? I understand, but I must now open my eyes. The dark is only tolerable for so long.

Must you really ask more of me, now, after all is said and done? I was doing fine until you forced to me relive this. Can you please leave me be, let me recover?

Me? After all this exquisite pain, you want me to do you a favor?






Are you trying to torture me, how will I ever move forward now?


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