Moving on from you in the same way the tide moves away from the sand at night; we're running in circles but each time I leave I will learn to distance myself further until I reach the point where I can safely say I'll never reach out to you again, but you will always be longing for me to come back to you. I will leave traces of myself and I will leave you with sharp memories that hurt you to think about, the same way your jagged edges cut anyone whom gets too close because you've built these walls with broken glass poking out of the bricks because I'm not the only one with a ******* drinking problem and I should have stopped trying to pull your walls down the second I realised I couldn't do anything without tearing myself to pieces in the process. You told me I'd never succeed but I was blinded by the sunlight because beaches never were meant to be cloudy. I guess you could argue that you and I never were a sign of anything good. You pulled at my hair and I pulled at your skin searching for any signs that we could ever work out and you always told me I was an optimist but now I'm just starting to wonder if you ever cared at all.