hurt

It will never ever ever ever ever ever happen, and I know that. Yet I still hurt when it doesn’t, cry when I’m close and bitch when it’s all over. It always falls apart yet I persist. I push on for ‘true love’ and ‘destiny’ and knowing how bad it will hurt. I’m a god damned masochist, for christ’s sake! I long for a time without you, yet I can’t see a future without you. You are the reason I wake up, even though it hurts.