i.) aren’t we a last chance attempt at normalcy? i pretend when you come home late it’s from work and when you sway it’s because you’re tired and you don’t smell of alcohol and you pretend i don’t rake my fingernails down my arm in search of something else to hurt and i do not scream out in the middle of the night for anyone to give me answers.
ii.) aren’t we another form of escapism? we’re just rewriting old love stories and trying to cast ourselves as the leads but somehow we always end up the ones on the pyre. the world cries romance while we cry tragedy
iii.) aren’t we perfect for each other? you don’t mind the fact that my lips are always bleeding because you carry balm wherever you go and i don’t mind that i find you on my balcony in the middle of the night cause i’ve always got extra blankets and i can’t sleep anyways
iv.) darling, i think we were meant to be
— this isn’t a fairytale but let’s pretend///magpie