I want things to hurt —
cigarette smoke to burn my lungs,
glass shards to cut my skin,
pavement to rasp against my knees.

I do not want beautiful;
I want a goddamn tragedy.

— Meggie C. Royer, from “Tragedies"

Cause even if our love is a tragedy, even if it hurts like hell to remember, I still wanna keep replaying it over and over again in my head.

// I saw you, I wanted you, I got you, I liked you, I loved you, I lost you, I can't forget you. I miss you.

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