Crazy Hope
"My candle burns at both ends It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light."
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Photo reblogged from mezza☾una (dot) me
rue de la glacière, 1950s
photo by édith gérin, from a history of women photographers
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You could never talk to me. You were never able to trust me with your thoughts, and thats all I wanted. I wanted to know your eveything thought. I wanted you to feel the relief I felt when I spoke to you. I wanted you to feel as loved as I felt.
You couldn’t though, and so you changed. You changed into someone who could never love me. You changed and I didn’t know what to do. So I cried. I pretended that you were the same, that you were everything you were before.
I fell in love with you again, like the idiot I am. I fell in love with you twice.
You broke my heart. You couldn’t love someone who didn’t match the new you, that was it, right? I was right for the new you. So we were done, and I was still in love.
Then I died, I broke. I cried. I screamed. I tried to be okay but I missed you. You didn’t notice though, you didn’t care. You forgot about me and moved on to someone who was better suited to the new you.Now, after all my tears. My anger. My fear. I’m okay. I’ve moved on. I actually like someone new. He’s lovely. and I’m okay :) he may never like me back, but thats okay. I’m young and I’ll have my silly obsessions. I’ll be happy.
Fuck you though. I’m over your shit that you left behind. I’m so much better now.
