I can't stop thinking about this..
And I know it's wrong. and stupid. and everything else. But this isn't about him. This about me, me and the other.
We're both dying. Someway or another, or both want to be, or something along those lines. And the path to our self-destruction isn't going to be swayed by either, because we both want the same in the end anyway. And since we both want the same in the end, nothing is appealing. Neither of us are the one to say no. Neither of us are willing to play the "savior" role. It's not that we don't know how, it is just the mere fact that we do not want to. We want someone to save us, and I think we wanted it to be each other, but we just didn't know how. Or we were both too stubborn to step down and stop the plummet. We both visit the darker world, and we embrace it, and we love it. No one else understands. No one. And I think that is where we understood each other. And I think I was forced to be there, whereas the other was intrigued to be. Even though I wouldn't take it back, as sadistic as that sounds. And I think the other became scared when it got to be too much. Scared and backed away. Too intense.
But I cannot blame. Sometimes it is too intense, even for me.
I just wonder if ever. If ever we could be the beautiful pieces. Broken apart but fit perfectly.
We're both dying. Someway or another, or both want to be, or something along those lines. And the path to our self-destruction isn't going to be swayed by either, because we both want the same in the end anyway. And since we both want the same in the end, nothing is appealing. Neither of us are the one to say no. Neither of us are willing to play the "savior" role. It's not that we don't know how, it is just the mere fact that we do not want to. We want someone to save us, and I think we wanted it to be each other, but we just didn't know how. Or we were both too stubborn to step down and stop the plummet. We both visit the darker world, and we embrace it, and we love it. No one else understands. No one. And I think that is where we understood each other. And I think I was forced to be there, whereas the other was intrigued to be. Even though I wouldn't take it back, as sadistic as that sounds. And I think the other became scared when it got to be too much. Scared and backed away. Too intense.
But I cannot blame. Sometimes it is too intense, even for me.
I just wonder if ever. If ever we could be the beautiful pieces. Broken apart but fit perfectly.