my heart strings are falling apart again. i'm so weak, too weak for you, for anyone. i can't handle myself, i can't handle others. but i try. maybe because i think it's worth it, maybe because it seems easier with time, or maybe cuz i am just plain stupid. i believe it's the latter. regardless, i've dug my grip into clay; it's hardened around my fingers and i'm trapped. i thought i loved it, but it just hurts now every time i try to break free, the clay cracks and cuts my skin. i can't break free from this twisted love; i find myself imprisoned, and if i am hurt, i am stuck.
but i don't want to leave you, though.
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