Friday, 15 May 2015
When I Learn To Breathe Again
I keep putting money in the pig. Grasping every dollar and squireling it away. I want to buy her the sweetest figs. I want to buy her the most redolent flowers. I want to shower her with everything she's never had and make myself important in her eyes. I want to erase all the things I said in earnest that turned out to be lies. I want to turn back time. I want her to be happy. But at the same time, it's hard to reconcile that I want to throw her off a bridge. Just so she can never leave or love another. I want to tear us both apart because love is scary and forces us to rely too much on the willpower of the other.