Fuck you for doing this.
Fuck you for all the photographs you won't burn.
All the digital images you won't erase.
Trapping us together like rancid breath in a fucked up, snaggletoothed mouth.
Each photo a jagged, twisted, painful
memory.
Fuck you for calling us significant others.
Let's just say we were lovers and get the fuck out.
Fuck you for leaving me every morning.
I'd fall asleep with you
and wake up in the company of ghosts.
Fuck you for the things we did and didn't do.
Fuck you for every convoluted sunset.
Every cloud torn asunder by your love. How fucking romantic.
I'm under that same sky.
Those same stars.
And I hate it.
But most importantly, fuck you for loving me.
Fuck you for giving me everything.
For letting me give you everything.
There's one thing that I want to say, so I'll try to be brave.
Love is nothing but time and a friend that you lose. You expected it to be more.
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
Fuck you. Fuck you for everything.
and i love you.
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Interesting how much SEEMS to be "borrowed" from Stars-Your Ex-Lover is Dead:
You: "There's one thing that I want to say, so I'll try to be brave."
Stars: "There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave"
You: "Love is nothing but time and a friend that you lose."
Stars: "It's nothing but time and a face that you lose"
You: "I'm not sorry there's nothing to save."
Stars: "I'm not sorry there's nothing to save"
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