It isn’t you who makes me hurt. This pain isn’t you.
It’s the pain of a broken connection;
It’s communicating so indirectly;
It’s as hard as I try every day not to remember
Every single thing that led up to now.
I feel the suffering from the echoes
Of what I have done to you.
I have an internal conflict, every day
And part of me is always telling me
To rush back to you.
No matter how much I want to heal independently,
No matter how much I want to prove I’m not too weak,
No matter how much distance I try to create,
I can’t stop.
It’s my fault.