July Sunrise, Orwell Estuary, No. 2
Maggi Hambling (b.1945)
Harris Museum & Art Gallery
Me: I want compliments and attention
Someone: * gives me compliments and attention*
Me: *trembling slightly* what the hell
“when he says he loved you you don’t know the first thing about love you only know love when strangers start asking questions and you can’t keep it all in if you don’t tell your friends about it only if your family sees the pain in your eyes in the morning when catching your breath is harder or you sleep in longer than you used to if your mom doesn't ask about her and if you don’t talk about the way her eyes used to light up at the sight of you and her favourite colour was black and you hated that colour because it made you sad but you saw the sadness through her eyes even though she tried to be her happiest for you you see we all only write when our world is crashing down and the words on a paper are the only ones left there for us i trust a paper and a pen more than any single person i’ve ever had some kind of relation with and i only write when i’m falling in love because you see i could tell you what love feels like and i don’t think you ever loved me because love isn't sleeping with her on days i can’t see you and love isn’t hiding me from others there’s a difference between i fucking love her and i love fucking her but i guess you fell in love with every girl that would sleep with you or maybe your drug addiction makes it easy for you to forget but i think i was able to over power the drugs and i didn’t have to sleep with you to make you fall in love with me now im sitting here with my heart in my hand and i still am trying to figure out how to put it back in to my chest after you fucking ripped it out of me you never loved me because when you love someone you fight you fucking always fight no matter how many bruises and headaches you wake up with.”
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