It’s like being in that fire again,
The inescapable feeling that this can hurt you.
This will hurt you,
And the choice is whether to stay in that fire knowing it will hurt.
That it will **** you every second you stay in it.
Then there’s the choice that also hurts but in a different way.
Right now it’s a choice of do I love you so much to the point that I will keep hurting myself?
Or do I go and choose to try to love myself.
Either way each choice feels like being in that fire.
That moment when everything changes and even the atmosphere stifles you.
And it hurts because in the end what’s the point.