It’s pointless, unstable and ridiculous and everything in between. It’s tiring. It’s wasting my time. It’s over, if you know what I mean.
I want to run. Fast and far. He is me and I am him and I suppose it is hard to run away from yourself.
I did it.
You know why I did it? Because it was the only thing left for me to do. I was stuck in a vicious cycle with him and I knew, always knew it had to end.
But you. You are not one person. You are more than one and you are you and you are him. And I don’t know how many are in there. Is it not getting too crowded?
Sometimes, it is nothing but an illusion.
Sometimes, you are certain about something, or at least you think you are. Continue reading “Sometimes I don’t Know”
Do you remember how we first met? How you stopped being a stranger to me? But now, here we are again, strangers, or at least pretending to be strangers.
When it’s cold, like today, I remember you.
But I’ve forgotten how comfortable it is being with you. Continue reading “You’re forgiven but not forgotten”