Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, Angels by Mayday Parade, or this quote.
She's pretending like she don't miss you.
You're pretending you don't give a damn.
Ego is a hell of a drug.
She's trying desperately not to call him.
He's trying desperately not to go over there.
She has to remember to avoid her, their, favourite coffee shop between the hours of six and eight, because he goes there before work.
He actually stopped going there at all, because it was her place first.
She can't tell him what she doesn't know, which is why she left.
He can't tell her what he doesn't know, which is why he left.
Neither one knows what happened that night.
Why they got in separate taxis, and went away.
Neither of them are sure they want to know.
Except they both might remember, eventually.
When they are older, and happier, and they look back on their relationship, and wonder where it all went wrong.
And then they'll know.
Because what they had was a hell of a relationship.
It was a whirlwind of lies, and love, and hate, and sex, and smiles.
But rarely did it involve the truth.
Did they love each other?
Maybe.
Did they love the relationship?
Yes.
So, when they look back on it, they realize what happened.
She got sick of the lies, and the hate.
He got sick of the love, and the smiles.
But, oh, when they look back on it, they'll miss it.
They'll miss all of it, every single bit.
And they'll wish that they hadn't had that fight, that they hadn't yelled, and screamed, and woken up the neighbours kids.
And he'll wish that he hadn't left, and gone straight to a bar.
And she'll wish that she'd gone after him, not gone back to her place.
And when they meet again in the coffee shop, they'll sit down and reminisce about the old times, when they were happy, and nothing was hard.
And they'll promise each other, this time, no more lies, no more hate.
And they thought, we'll never get sick of this.
Talk is cheap and your lies were expensive.
I really like this style of writing, guys. I think I've found my calling. Haha, no, just kidding.
So, today is self harm awareness day. I was thinking about writing a piece about that, but this came out instead. I have two pieces mentioning self harm, so I guess you guys can check those out. I mean, they're depressing, so. Anyways, as some of you may know, I used to struggle with self harm. It was a very hard point in my life, and I'm glad to say I've gotten though it. However, it's not exactly just goes away. I mean, especially if you do it if you're depressed, it's something that stays with you for a long time. And if you have scars, those stay with you your whole life. I'm proud of my scars, because they show that I am strong. I want you all to know that you CAN get through this, and I am here for you. I love all of you.
Blaze