I’m simply rubbing against the bruises on my skin. I really have drawn a line, and that is why it feels like sin while I’m jumping hoops to get to the way things have always been but I’m not the same person I was moments or even a day ago. with every new thought and encounter comes a new idea a new reflection a new outlook a new.... beginning. there are beginnings in everything and I’m no longer looking for an end to anything but eras of myself in which are unjust.
it saddens me, really. but I won’t let it devour me. I knew you never really meant that. I knew that when it happened, but would it be wrong of me to say that I refuse to be the person that’s gonna get you to that. I have words for you I don’t want to say, is that selfish of me?
Even so. according to some there’s nothing wrong with that.
