F*ck Love
by Tarryn Fisher
I think that the right girl can wipe away the memories of the wrong girl.
That’s the most pathetic part of being a human, the emotions you don’t ask for or want, they just rush you anyway.
It never passes, and it never pauses. It’s like a fist clutched around my heart, squeezing all day long.
But isn’t that what love is supposed to do? Make you feel, make you brave, make you look at yourself more carefully?
Trying to walk away from something you love is like trying to drown yourself. You want to, but it’s unnatural to not crave air. Your body demands it; your mind says you need it. Eventually you break to the surface, gasping and unable to deny yourself that basic need of air. Of love. Of fierce desire.
Leído en junio 2017