If happy ever afters did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick
Maroon 5 - Payphone
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
I’m tired of giving people second chances and thinking they will change
At the end of the day if they want you in their life they will make an effort
If not
They’ll keep you hanging
What’t the point of that?
Just fuck off and let me live
