and i swear that you don’t have to go,
i thought we could wait for the fireworks
i thought we could wait for the snow
Everytime i think about you, I return to the dark place in my head, the place that you created, and all at once i feel heartbrokenly sad, like i could burst into tears, but at the same time I feel so angry, the angriest I’ve ever felt. I don’t think I will ever forgive you for that.
”Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”
— Robert Frost
