rewind.

Let's go back. To before I decided to go psycho-bitch on you. When the walls were just starting to crumble. When I was happy in my lost-middle state. Before you took the control into your hands and decided to hurt me. It's funny because I always seem to put all the blame on you. But it's really only me that's hurting myself. It was really all my own fault for letting my head and heart become so vulnerable to you. Can we go back to the point where you were genuinely careful of me? when conversation wasn't forced. And we weren't holding onto fragments of nothing. It's been mere months, but it honestly feels so long. Although whenever I decide to let you go, here you are forcing pieces of conversation to make it back into my head and life. It's almost as if you're holding on as hard as I am. But I won't convince myself of that anymore. The only thing I need to convince myself of is that letting you go will be the best decision I will ever make. I just need to make it.

I will push past this. and you.