you broke me
into this person that I never wanted to become, but was going to anyhow. I love you still.
For it? I don't know.
I want to be tough and I hope I am succeeding at giving the image of self assuredness, at the very least. I don't want to be afraid anymore.
I don't even know what I'm running from. Always running, never giving in. I can't. Especially not now.
And all these nights, where you just feel so desperate and alone and wanting to cry.
but I will not let myself cry. I can't. I can't let anything happen to me, can't put anyone in the position where they could take advantage of me. The last time I let someone in I got fucked over. And I still love her. Still I do.
you're all I have and even if you're part of me, there's still something there.
