"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damaged I was and knowing about my temper tantrums and wished I wasn’t so intensely passionate about my pipe dreams.”
“Everything is always so logically put with you.”
“What do you expect? I gave you my heart a year and a half ago and you’ve had them both beating in your chest to keep you strong. Now you’re going to give it back, all broken and damaged and I'm going to break with it.”
“This is it, then.”
“It’s been a long time coming.”
“You already knew?”
“Oh baby. I knew it was broken the minute I began to look at horoscopes to tell me how we were going to make it through the day.”
Self fulfilling prophecy. I love how logical it all is.
Everything you write has devastating logic.
I love "you never really thought of it as a novel idea
that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
amazing work as always. and of course, also always hits home somehow too
I wish my writing could be this great...I wonder if its because I get too personal with mine...hm. idk
I keep trying and trying and when I do post some of my own writing it pretty much never gets looked at either. its a real downer most times...