Okay.

I got him to say it. "I will never love you, we will never be together, and I will never get over her"
The truth.

So now I can pretend he's gone and now I can pretend I never fell. And on angel wings of denial, I shall be happy.
Happy, bittersweet. Happy but alone still.

Kay the not so mine Canadian, it's the end. Fwoosh. Gave me a good hard slap of reality just as I asked. For now, I am left minutely breathless, and shall gain it all back. My heart shall be in my possession once again. I shall cradle it's bloodied form well, and mend it up, hesitant to ever give it again. I shan't part with it so carelessly.
Hope is the denial of reality, as Elizabeth says.

Bye, sayounara, adios. Beauty of moving on, will, I will hurt less frequently. But, bitter, I will smile less as well.
"And the woman in the moon, is singing to the Earth. And the woman in the moon, is singing to the Eart.. 'La la la, la la la la la la. La la la, la la la la...' "
I would shave my head, if I wouldn't regret it so much. If I wasn't stared at so much.
I would cut if I did that. I would scream if I weren't afraid to be heard. I would jump off a cliff if I wished to die. I would run away if I hadn't before. I would wept until my body were empty, if I still cried. But nah.
That's not the way to do it.

The way to do it is to smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. ......
Deep. Breath.. Deep.. In.... in.. out... in.. in.. out.......... oh .. heart.

Wess.. Hey Wess. It's time for you to come in. Crying on your shoulder, that I need.
Are you there Wess? No, he's not. Pity, I thought he was an insomniac.
Oh well.

I can shoulder cry tomorrow.

I will never see him. I will never ever see him. I will never see him. I will never meet him. I will never kiss him. I will never hug him. No box beneath the stars. No swirly straws. No grinning at each other. No airport. No. No. Never. No being loved, no being pretty. Nope. HE'S NOT FUCKING COMING HERE! OKAY? WHY CAN'T YOU GRASP THAT? WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND? He SAID it! Do you really have to be SLAPPED to believe the truth?! Do you really need him to say it again? Do you really want this? Do you?! HE'S NOT THE ONLY ONE. He-is-not. He is not. He is not...! He can't even save up money to see you, he can't even keep his word, he can't even be responsible. So.. MOVE. ON. Retard! Cry, for god's sake. You need to cry. It's only because he doesn't that you don't.

I need a fucking hug from someone who's actually here. Okay..? I neeed. comfort. Love. Anything. Because I DON'T have it.
I thought I did, I never did.

No one. Not this, not the last. It's not love, it won't be love. Love, you idiot, is not this.
My eyes are goddamned stinging. It hurts to open them. Like salt.

Ahhhhloooone. You are alone. Alone am I. You liar, that's me, not you.

Fate. You have your point. I pray that you really mean it. I pray that you actually have a plan. Sinner, but I'm not that bad, am I? Must I suffer my life to repent for all the things I should have never said..?
Must I..?