JOHNNY & WINONA FOREV.
Thanks BuzzFeed, my heart has been officially broken again.
“We should be able to kill ourselves.. in our heads. And then be reborn. To be able to talk, look at eachother, be together. As if we have never met before.”
J’ai Tué Ma Mère (2009)
i choose to contain my emotions through form
lest my lips utter pressure creating a storm
for i fear thee
will never be that person again to me.
steady ground was all that i sought
and anything - everything - to not be alone with my thoughts.
was nil but a curse cloaked as a blessing.
your tide pulled me in hoping i could swim.
the chill turned to warmth enveloping my limbs.
fooled me not once,
but by and by with each passing month.
say what you will and do what you do
but please spare me the grief of having to
go on this ride
alongside you; cast me away wayside.
so here’s to us becoming strangers again.
and until, this time, I decide when -
you are nobody.
your name is but an inaudible whisper, inconsequential to me.
The second category is made up of people who have a vital need to be looked at by many known eyes. They are the tireless hosts of cocktail parties and dinners…
Then there is the third category, the category of people who need to be constantly before the eyes of the person they love. Their situation is as dangerous as the situation of people in the first category. One day the eyes of their beloved will close, and the room will go dark..
And finally there is the fourth category, the rarest, the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being