My hands are broken, calloused, from picking at the fragments and I’ll keep my distance while you remain constant to me.

My shoulders can only bear what my spine can hold (and your mistakes will always be worth your weight in gold)

I won't carry you.

Why did you have to go and make me feel so cynical when I needed space to grow? You never had the guts to call and I can't match your pace, so you can chalk it up to me not being good enough for anyone.

Tighten your grip so I can't breathe, suffocate this honesty. I've waited so long for you to see that I've moved past my doubt and grief. And I've been filling this empty headspace with the memories that I drank like poison. Why couldn’t you just tell me that you needed more from me?

I'll keep moving forward and I'll shake my blunt discomfort.

Why did you have to go and make me feel so cynical when I needed space to grow? You never had the guts to call and I can't match your pace, so you can chalk it up to me not being good enough for anyone.

Just be real with me, go home and then you'll see how you cursed my aching head with every word you ever said. I'll hold my regrets and escape from feeling stagnant.

Why did you have to go and make me feel so cynical when I needed space to grow? You never had the guts to call and I can't match your pace, so you can chalk it up to me not being good enough for anyone.

Why did you have to go? Why did you have to go? Why did you have to go and make me feel so cynical?