I don’t know our next moment. I’ve stopped trying. I’m just making moments for myself now. You come and go like a ghost in my life always on the edges, and things change and you know how I stand and feel but you want that tiny morsel of attention so I’m there for you. It’s not going to be waiting forever.
You want Hollywood and I want chaos if you aren’t permanently in my life because that’s easier than pretending I’m going to settle down with someone one else eventually. I know that’s not a fucking reality. I know it will never be a fucking reality. You’re going to hold me by this tiny string… the one you will eventually strangle me with… and that’s always where we are going to fucking stand.
It won’t be a beautiful moment. It won’t be anything. It’ll just continue till it is done. And then it’ll be what it and has always been.
An Ending.
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