Here's the thing.
You walk in, and suddenly I'm floating. You leave and I realize, I wasn't floating, I just wasn't drowning.
I was doing fine before you came around, blissfully unaware of how bad everything was. So put it back the way it was before you came along with that million dollar smile, and those mannerisms that make it seem like the air around you is sparkling. Return my frown to it's rightful place where that half-broken smile now appears. Suture up my heart, and don't rip the stitches back out this time. Yeah, I'm a gorgeous mess of a person, but you can't keep pace with this rushing maddness. You're meant to run that straight line marathon most people call a relationship, not get tangled in my wilderness of confusion. Please let yourself off the hook and accept the things you lack the stamina for. It's not your fault I'm such a fucking mess.
It is your fault if you keep making promises you can't keep.
What?
Of course I don't want you to go...but you can't stay. We both know it. In the end you'll go, so let's just skip ahead to that part and save ourselves the time and the pain. You don't deserve to end up hating yourself for this, and neither do I.
Why are you smiling? No, don't say that. No...don't kiss me like that, it isn't fair and you know it. Sigh. All right. You win.
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There are so many ways of dying, but sometimes you've just gotta find the way to live.
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