[interpret this as you will, i have no comment]

"and i

keep bleeding

keep

keep

bleeding love."

"i can see the end as it begins, my one condition is-"

He's the summer air on a dreary day, both a relief and a nuisance.

Excitable. Passionate.

She's the winter cold to a tourist caught off-guard, both a novelty and a slap to the face.

Austere. Jaded.

Together, they make half of the seasons that are a human's emotions. 

Together, they make a supernova.

"you know i try, but i don't do too well with apologies."  

She's a liquid, conforming to the will of others and struggling to hold herself together.

She laughs, she mocks, she teases, and inside she breaks a little more. 

He's the knight come running to the tower, lured by promises of a fair princess.

He's let down, because she's no fair lady and she's no princess.

So he runs away to someone else,and she wishes she'd just told him how she felt.

Instead, she turns away and lets the brambles shut the world out.

"you call my name, i come to you in pieces."  

It's something of a tradition for them.

One of them explodes apart, and the other is there with needle-and-thread.

Did she forget to mention the niceties?

She knows that neither of them mean what they say, but not for lack of concern.

It's simply because they've done it so many times. 

They're toxic, not meant to be, and do more harm than good to the other 

But they come back to each other anyway. 

"we don't make plans, because we're never gonna last."  

His eyes are the colour of pulsing strobe lights.

When she looks at them, she sees herself, wasted and too high to care.

His eyes are the colour of stubborn recklessness.

When she looks at them, really looks at them, she's struck by how blind she is.

His eyes are the colour of numbing regret.

When she looks at them, she remembers bitterly that this is wrong, they're wrong.

But she doesn't tell him any of this.

Instead, both of them fake a smile and pretend that everything is okay. 

"could we pretend that we're in love?"  

It's always the days after that hurt the most.

When their gazes meet, and she pretends that the apathy she sees is love.

In the cool of night, it's easier.

It's easier to pretend that she has hope when she's not looking at him.

But of course, she's always drawn to him.

And when she smiles, laughs, and looks, all she sees is love.

Love, not for her, but for another.

So she doesn't look anymore, and drowns herself in illusion.

"how many nights have you wished someone would stay?"

They are the sun.

She's the earth, revolving around in docile servitude.

They are the galaxy.

She's just another speck in their horizon, something unremarkable and unlovable.

They are the world. 

She wants nothing more than to please them, to gain their favour.

They are her world.

But in the end, she's nothing more than something to be left behind.

"can't help myself but count the flaws."

It's like trying to breathe.

She builds her life around this routine of ceaseless trying, tiptoeing around her issues with care.

It's a routine that is almost unconscious by now to her.

She falls down. She stands up. She climbs back. Rinse and repeat.

Only, it hurts more each time.

But still, she continues mindlessly, waiting for the day she's whisked away from this damned pit.

Of course, no one comes.

And she keeps trying and trying and trying anyway. 

"i remember the day you told me you were leaving."

There is no ceremony.

There is no explosion, no fury, no giant fallout and end-of-the-world scenario.

There is no ceremony.

There is no slow build-up, no culmination, no breaking point.

There is no ceremony.

They just end, like that. With a few barbed jabs and thinly-veiled insults, they fly apart.

There is no ceremony.

They're back to strangers, back to square one. It's always ended this way, after all.

"it's time to say goodbye, just be friends."  

She's young when she first experiences heartbreak.

It's the humiliation, the shame of having something so secret exposed to everyone, and then rejected.

She's a teenager when she next experiences heartbreak.

It's the desperation, the agony of blind love that is so obviously doomed for failure. 

She's a young adult when she last experiences heartbreak.

It's the shock, the hurt of having someone so dear be revealed to not even care, even after everything.

She's still young when she gives up on love.

Love is ageless, love is timeless, but she? She ages, and she doesn't ever want to love again.

"and in the end, in wonderland, we both went mad."

He's the spring rain on a hopeful morning, tinged chartreuse and bitter with the departure of winter.

There, but not quite. A promise.

She's the autumn leaves scattered on a pavement, despondent and resigned to a severe fate.

Desaturated and drained. A reminder.

Together, they dance in circles and fall apart, before falling back together.

Together, they are a supernova. 

  "A supernova 

occurs during the 

last 

stages of a massive star's life.

 Its catastrophic

 destruction

is marked by one final 

titanic 

explosion. "