rewind.

take a step back. I wonder how you'd feel if you knew what you were indirectly causing. I could never hurt like that. Regardless how many daggers you want to throw at me. I know that I am capable, but I'm really not. I can shoot the gun, but I can't handle the recoil. I am strong, but I am needy. I won't ever let you get the best, or the worst, of me. I am not really being sensible or coherent. I am not even writing down anything logical or linked together. I just know that I couldn't and I wouldn't. Despite what the places that I've been try to throw back down into my throat. Been there done that. Life is so fucking repetitive that I wonder why I'm still surprised when it cycles again. I wish I could show you exactly how you're being. I wish i knew who I was talking about when I say you. I leave for Florida in less than a week. I have never needed the escape more.