#end of a relationship
So I guess this is our new destiny: a connection fated to walk in parallel lines, never touching.
MK Ireland #269 : intersection
I don’t know how to hold you as anything other than my everything.
So we settled for nothing instead.
MK Ireland #268 : what we lack
You tried to kiss me and I pushed you away. You don’t get to toy with my heart anymore.
MK Ireland 261 : over
You were everything I knew would hurt me, yet I still fell for you anyway.
MK Ireland #256 : fuck boy
We shouldn’t talk about it. We shouldn’t talk about it because we might ruin it. We might ruin everything we have, everything we might’ve been. The memories are just memories, the feelings just feelings. But if we start to label them, untangle them, we might not like what we’re left with. Things get tainted and complicated, and the waters might be murky now, but at least our desires are clear and I’d rather love you in private than avoid you in public. We shouldn’t talk about it because talking about it might mean the end of it, might mean goodbye. And I don’t want to say goodbye- to this, to you. If I could, I would pull you in my arms and hold you and hug and love you and kiss you forever, for the rest of my life, for the rest of my days. I’m saying I love you and I want you and I’d choose you, if only you could choose me. But you’re leaving, and I’m gonna miss you like I’d miss breathing. So right now can we not talk about it? Can we not talk about all the girls after you and guys after me or anyone who lays in your bed that isn’t me? Can we act like it’s just me? Like it’s just me and you and life never got in our way and we’ll never have to say goodbye? That’s the paradise I’m living in- please don’t make me leave.
MK Ireland #255 : stolen paradise
You hurt me so quietly, I confused it with love.
MK Ireland #252 : pain & suffering
Intentional or not, if all he’s doing is hurting you, at some point you have to walk away.
MK Ireland #250 : self preservation
I think I’ve finally let you go.
Nothing feels more refreshing.
MK Ireland #249 : f r e s h || a i r
One thing I’ve learned:
Everything hurts worse at night.
Go to sleep my love, things will be clearer in the morning.
MK Ireland #248 : midnight pains
