I don't want to hurt you.
Not like he hurt me.
It's not my intention,
But my actions,
Like echos of the wrongs inflicted,
Leave my soul conflicted.
All the dreams depicted
By my words,
that turned into nothingness,
Tell me I should hold out,
Hold off,
On the love I want to be real.
I envy you
And all that you are.
I ride on apathy
Until I'm well enough to feel again.