they always get near, but they never come close.
sometimes i look at these poor fucks and think, "i can see myself humoring him"; "i can see myself forcing smiles and laughter for him"; "i can see myself holding his hand"; "i can see him at the kitchen table in some dusty sunlight doing the crossword"; "i can see myself at the stove in his shirt"
but always, inevitably
"i can see myself leaving him"
everyone's always the fucking victim, aren't they? suck it up.
"fuck you". is that what you want to hear? even if i said it i wouldn't mean it. i wouldn't be able to muster up enough care or concern to mean it.
nobody even knows you anymore.
... je n'aime personne mais moi-même. désolé.
but always, inevitably
"i can see myself leaving him"
everyone's always the fucking victim, aren't they? suck it up.
"fuck you". is that what you want to hear? even if i said it i wouldn't mean it. i wouldn't be able to muster up enough care or concern to mean it.
nobody even knows you anymore.
... je n'aime personne mais moi-même. désolé.