A part of me wants us to keep fighting, to still be together and push until we can really be together.
A part of me wants to at least be together for the rest of the year until college, when people naturally lose touch.
A part of me wants to stay good friends throughout this year and through college and then if things are ideal for us, reignite the flame.
A part of me wants this to end here and now, so that we don't build up our hopes and crash hard when things don't work out.
A part of me is just so sick of it all; so sick of thinking, of loving, of longing, of worrying. A part of me just wants to stop feeling.
A part of me hates myself for putting him through this, for putting us through this. A part of me wants to stop breathing.
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[ ineffable ] • poems. blurbs. excerpts.
Poetrywhat words cannot describe can be described as ineffable. these are the musings, the poems, the streams of consciousness of one confused and conflicted teen. these are real, are from my own experiences, and are all original works. there are so many...
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