Sometimes I wanna make sure you’re okay but my pride is bigger than the possibility of checking on you and possibly relapsing, only to end up practicing backward progression, and losing myself in translation. I look up at the sun and see it’s beauty, you look up in that same instance and say the heat is killing you to kill my spirit. Checking on you would mean I would purposely be damaging my magic for you once again. Remember the days we actually thought we could win? Then we had the first argument, and you said that I hated your flaws and that next time you’ll be careful when wanting it all. Then I sat next to you and reminded you of all the times I broke your fall. To come and see about you means to inject me with a toxic needle, and the poison goes straight to you. Now you tell me you changed. But I ask you, “Why drag me into the same game?” What sane human would want to experience the same pain? I wish you well but for the first I am well without you and it kills you to see that, so you make me about you. You undervalued my essence, and I wrote about my pain to correct it. To ever connect myself with you was a curse and a blessing.💙✍🏾